My cold, however, had other plans for me and derailed mine. While I got some things done, I was definitely slowed down.
Wednesday, I unearthed the last five boxes of books so I could finish that project, and that was it: I didn’t get anything more unpacked, though that wasn’t all because of the cold because I had a few other things I needed to do. Nevertheless, as the day went on, I started feeling worse and worse.
Yesterday, I unpacked those last five boxes, despite feeling terrible, and was able to do so mainly because I had them ready to unpack; I couldn’t have handled unearthing them, too. Then, I attempted to start organising the bookshelves, and in the process got the distinct feeling that at least one more box is probably still missing.
Still, I finally finished what I set out to do on Wednesday, and later this afternoon I plan to rearrange boxes in the garage according to priority so that I can deal with the rest in an orderly process. Even in my diseased state, turning chaos to order still matters.
I have a few other items on my agenda for today, disease willing, and maybe I’ll get through it all. Maybe not. At the moment, plans have to be rather flexible.
The photo above is a side shot of the stack of rather larger boxes I emptied of their books. There were twenty, all up, of which I temporarily reused two (one for excess packing material, another for things that go elsewhere).