The sinuses are still holding steady. My ear and sinus infections have been a life-long achilles heel, so I am still saluting all nag flags in caring for them, but feeling strong enough to get back to work.

Today hails the move of my work centers to the dilapidated old farm house on the site I have been surveying 190 miles to the northwest of here. In between field excursions, I have worked from home for most of my adult life, so those work centers are pretty substantial. Moving them to the site headquarters will open up a substantial space for hubs and sons to fill with goods from the deceased-in-law house 150 miles to the southeast of here. That move will happen later this week. We hope.

My hyper-vigilance and anxiety are running high this morning. Feels like a rather natural time for both. It is a big move at the end of a long, drawn-out ordeal. Very real SNAFU potentials are everywhere and this is new turf for everybody involved. Still, letting the hyper-vigilance and anxiety run the show sets the stage for blackcat style trigger events where one player triggers and the rest go off in chain-reactions.

Praying for balance. Prayers (by whatever name) appreciated.