Stalling

I was p-wording to be on my way to the river region on Monday (tomorrow), but I don't believe that is going to happen. The face injuries met with the 50 degree temperature drop and I feel like shit. The schnoz seems to be mending well but the cold, rainy weather is giving it more workout that it is ready for. The split on the inside of my upper lip is getting worse instead of better. I've done some packing of the items I plan to take, but not much. In addition, Hubs and I decided to pack the lab for transport for the sake of turning the room back into a bedroom. I may take charge of furnishing the bedroom, but that part has yet to be decided. Just clearing the space will be a big enough job for now. I will store it in one of the out-buildings until I arrange space for it in the river region. The lab wasn't functional when I launched out of here last year, but it was close. Everything but the lights and most of the distilling glass needs to be repacked.

The rain has passed and the temps are supposed to start warming today at a far calmer pace than they dropped. I'll be back to the summer wardrobe by Wednesday. I find myself grateful for the processing time. I believe both Hubs and I, both individually and together, have done a good job of processing the psycho weirds that happened here a bit over a year ago, but . . . It's allot to process. So far the processing feels quite restful.