Easy Does ^It^

Yesterday's rough start grew in to an incredibly productive day. The other brother and his family showed up and tackled the attic with us while fielding a hefty list of etceteras. I am tempted to call it chaotic poetry in motion. Both branches of the family tree merged business in a most un-21st centery fashion. Physically worn bodies seem to have rested well last night. Even the three year old. He was a walking oil slick from crawiling through all the adventurous spots he had not even known existed.

The job site portion of the moving truck is loaded. It will be the final stop, so it is packed in the back of the truck. The urban homestead portion is slated to be the first order of business today. We see how she flows. . .