Today's frenetic preparations for fumigation would have been far more disagreeable were it not for the kindness of friends. I was on my own prepping everything on the home front, but M called several times to check in on my progress, my parents called (mom wished she could do the laundry for me), W&J fed me supper, M&J agreed to freeze my delicate and dryclean only items in their chest freezer, and S left a sympathetic message about the whole bed bug disaster. Through the day, I was able to approach the task of packing and preparing pretty pragmatically, and I think that's the result of prayer. (I didn't set out to use that many p's in that sentence... Fatigue inspired aliteration, perhaps?)
Right now, I'm so tired I could fall over. In spite of the fact that my apartment is in a serious tip, my bedroom is uninhabitable, and there's an obstacle course of bags and boxes and bits between my desk and my couch, I still have a place to sleep in my own home.
For all this, I'm thankful.
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