Nature abhors a vacuum. And so do I.
Two twelve hour days of mostly manual labor and I'm exhausted. I think I need to go back to pushing paper. On the bright side, it does feel good to have our work spaces cleaned out and organized again. Its hard to get motivated to work amid a lot of clutter. And plus, we had a delivery today of nearly 5,000 pounds of USDA food and we needed somewhere to put it. In the end, it was worth it. The community kitchen is organized where we can actually find things, the storage rooms and pantries are orderly, and we no longer have 27 open containers of every single item (that, more than anything, was driving me nuts). We also have a room set aside downstairs for every manner of tools and maintenance equipment--carpet cleaners, leaf blowers, weed eaters, spare light bulbs, tools, and so forth. Too bad we didn't get that set up before Paul's toolbox decided to take a walk.
And now...need sleep.
And now...need sleep.