Yesterday I went from oh crap, you have even less time covered than you thought to wait, you might be good for a year, in a matter of 15 minutes.  Needless to say, even more stuff is sitting in boxes that I haven't carried out yet.  I have to keep telling myself I'll figure it out and I'll be fine, but it's incredibly stressful.  I just keep up the prayer I had in NC and that was to be shown what I am suppose to do and to bring me peace about waiting for it.

 

In the mean time I filled my evening to the brim making cranberry bread (I had a hankering for pumpkin bread the night before but didn't have the right supplies to make it), a batch of lasagna with eggplant, and a pot of sauce with all of the farm and garden tomatoes that were ready to use.  That had me starting my walk a bit late, but when I was done my evening was mostly over and all there was left to do was give myself over to sleep.