Have you ever had that feeling that you were mired in molasses? That is where I am at right now. Try as I might nothing is coming together as quickly as my brain tells me it should. I have so many small irons in the fire that I can't make all the rounds to push them on through to completion. Patience and tolerance. That's my story and I am sticking to it!

It seems strange but I find myself moving on to stage two of the annual move, and I haven't even completed stage one. I find myself doing mental inventory of what has to be hauled to the jobsite in conjunction with each travel trailer. Propane tank, totes, tools, parts, supplies, whew! Will it ever end. Thankfully Krl has taken the lead in moving stuff back into the trailer. Most of the office records have been stored in one of the spare bedrooms at the house while the majority of supplies have been in a storage building. I can make a stop or two at the storage building and when it is empty I will know the majority of the supplies are moved or in transit. The only other stop is at the farm shop and there are only a few items there.

I got home last evening and mowed the front yard. Then I ran some parts. I suppose one of the benefits to working on a truck is job security. You can work on one (even a new one) until you are blue in the face!

Well, I just got back to my entry, twenty-four hours later. I think I will leave it here. Forever a work in progress.