Not much restful sleep yesterday or this morning. I'm definitely sleep saturated. I dedicated most of another day to video streaming on the couch but my muscles complained the entire day.
I'll mark it as progress that I am able to read the journal entries leading up to my launch from here a bit over a year ago. Herstorically, reading my journal has been traumatic for me. I have been able to muscle my way through a few rounds of culling poetry and stories from it, but it took ALLOT of muscle. The flashbacks, self-criticism, etc., etc., were intense. This time through I am simply doing a personal inventory. It has been an epic year+ since the launch. Allot has changed, but the changes here in Texas are none too clear.
Hubs is installing 10 new bee colonies this weekend. 5 in his Central Texas outyards and 5 up here. He will be up here tomorrow after he picks up the nucs for the hive increase. I'm feeling clueless on how to be supportive. I don't really believe I can be any more than supportive. It's his show and my acquired bee allergy is a quasi-clear obstacle to taking the job he has to offer. Letting God lead the dance.
Meanwhile, I've done nothing toward packing up the lab for storage and packing Boy Toy with the goodies I plan to move to the river region. No biggie. Once I get rolling, it won't take that long.