Lockdown Day 772-7 May 2022
Tonight, as the crescent moon darts through the clouds to set, I feel like an overcomer. Like those warriors who stand on a ship after a battle won, holding up a fist in the air.
Although not done yet, by lunch time I won the duel with the kitchen and put my stamp on it. I set out to tackle all my remaining work apparatus and getting everything in crates.
By the time Lukas arrived with a fabulous creme soda milkshake, I actually managed to clear the floor. After dinner we loaded some utensils and Tupperware for the townhouse before he left again.
As I earlier said to a friend, this is autopilot. I cannot stop to think or bemoan a sore body. I just need to motor through this. In a lot of ways, I find it inspiring to make sure I leave with less than when I arrived. It feeds my spirit and frees my spirit. And I believe it's because God's got this.
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