Stalling

This Friday morning finds me still ambivalent on what to do next. The greatest clarity on my current inventory is a lusting tug from a camper van with a "For Sale" sign across the street. I have walked across the street to peek in the windows but am suspecting the tug is mostly an urge to buy clarity. Mostly. Then we get to Boy Toy's still expired inspection sticker, high mileage aches and pains and the impractical aspects of pick-up truck design for hauling human cargo. I don't have enough load to fill the truck bed sensibly and too much load to fit comfortably in the crew cab.

Dunno. . . Letting God lead the dance, one step at a time.