All a bust.

The garage sale was a flop. We sold very little so we’ll be hauling to donate everything tomorrow. Yippie.

 It’s ok though because it’ll still disappear,  just with a little more effort. Onward we go.

The evening was rounded out with a short dip in the very refreshing lake around the corner followed by equally refreshing showers at the truck  stop.

I’ve otherwise spent the day thinking of things I look forward to having again, and staying as buoyant as my exhausted brain will allow. Running water inside my home first and foremost, dome home, my tiny house village to help others…. mmmm yes. That’s nice.

About Treasa Cailleach

I'm a massage therapist working with chiropractic and the elderly; musician, artist, pagan, mom, B of LGBTQ, & polyamorous professional.

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