Stacking

This morning, my youngling could no longer take the workment pounding overhead immedately at 8am, so I let them sleep in my bed.

It is difficult to not throw a fit every time plans do not progress how I have arranged them. Youngling in my bed means that I am not packing and moving items into the truck. But, I must be their buffer so they are rested for helping this evening.

Therefore, I took the dogs out for a dragging-me-snuffle morning walk while I at last sorted through and cleared my voicemails, thereby making room for more returns on resource searching.

I have found a place that for a chunky price will clean the entire interior of my reclaimed car and blast its internals with several hours of its fans running while circulating ozone. It has needed a good mountain mildew spore “nuking from orbit.”

After I work on the one client I made exception to help on my day off because she will be leaving the country to return to her homeland, I will take my bike to see if it can be repaired in anticipation for needing its transportation after dropping my car off for cleaning.

I have cancelled personal appointments and am focusing on investing in our animals medical needs and updating records. I also have to get the car at least temporarily registered.

So many pieces are still needed to get moving to their proper places and I have to pause to ensure strength for my clinic’s work allotment.

It takes a ton of patience to not yell at the landlord for her remodeling’s above us timing, as her actions send the message that she just does not care about our needs while leaving.

“Keeping within legalities” is still “less than human.”

I am trying to find curiosity rather than bias in seeing it she returns our deposit, or if she decides to find reason to not return it – such as (as other landlords have done) using it to fund her delayed maintenance.