OK.  So I made it to work this morning and I'm so bored I could cry.  This seems so pointless coming in and sitting here, but I have to keep telling myself their paying me and providing me with benefits.  Only another hour and a half, and I can go home--I hate watching the clock.  Tonight the kids will be over for dinner.  My brother-in-law came down yesterday afternoon and spent the night.  He and my son are going to tackle the garage mess today--at least some of it.  I told them both they can do what they see fit with it all.  There are at least 16 motorcycles out there, some in parts and some all put together.  Paul wants to keep Gene's race bike and street bike, so I know they will stay.  My brother-in-law is going to take Gene's truck and race trailer, since neither Paul nor I have much use for them.  Paul has a truck if I need anything hauled or moved.  I'm having horrible anxiety over everything, it nearly paralyzes me sometimes.  I never could have imagined I'd ever feel so sad.