Lunch break

There may be a tiny dot of light at the end of the tunnel today. It's not terribly bright, but the light is at least consistent and glowing a tiny bit brighter every day. I started to tackle the garage this morning. I'm taking a lunch break, now. I did this so far:

I'm in the middle of my ninth trash bag, and it looks like I will be driving around town trying to find new homes for more garbage. There's no way it stops here, and there's no way 9+ bags of crap are fitting into the big bin that the city of Dallas empties out every Friday. 

In the field of archeology, I have located the box my maternal grandmother's wedding ring came in, my mother's old purse from her time on the Air Force, the bible I got for confirmation and my notebook from my time in high school as a peer helper.

When I had to get out of the garage and return to the air conditioning, I took it upon myself to find the appropriate paint colors for each room and touch up whatever nail hole filler and paint flub I could have seen. While I was doing that, I took a Sharpie and wrote the name of the room on each can of paint. If the next owners want to keep the colors or touch anything up, it should be easy to see which color was used on which wall.

Anyhow, I only stopped to eat yet another Lunchable. It was a quick, convenient thing to do the other day, so I picked up another one on the way here. I also picked up some Gatorade. Probably for the best, since this is an awful lot like a workout, only with more dirt and trash bags.