4am, Fin

For day after day it never seemed to end – these swirling patterns of packing, hauling, organizing, and cleaning up and down level, rough, and ramp-steppped terrains – much in the grueling toil-sweat bake within the airless inferno of a moving van’s hot box oven.

Fatigue-sick from sleep deprivation and overwork’s fugue, at last lying down in a bed with oversized comfy pillows and barely able to move from cramping aches and spasms, why is it that one mosquito bite conscripts all awareness?

I thank God my work schedule today has turned out to be light and reflect upon how the apartment had provided and sheltered, while at the same time severely limited our possibilities.

The plants still remain to be gathered, and my body has declared in no uncertain terms that I better get help with that!