What is this? The young miss spent most of the morning unpacking the kitchen boxes. Her ability to help with the heavy work of carrying boxes upstairs is impaired by her heart condition. But most of the remnants imaged left would have been precious to people of previous eras. It’s all blank off-white paper. Heading for the recycling bin. Bet they didn’t do that with vellum.
Of course, people of other eras wouldn’t have had so many possessions. It seemed like the boxes had no end today. And then, this afternoon, I was down to the last five feet of boxes at the back of the van.
Two virus cases reported in our apartment complex. That scuttled the evening help my new parish was sending. I told them be wise with the risk. I worked till I started making mistakes: bumping my knee and slamming something on a finger. The young miss cooked some broccoli and after I ate a bowl I went horizontal in the newly-assembled bed. Over and out.
