Cleaning

Oh, and have we been doing THAT lately.

We have trod into the dreaded Shop, the room that mortals and angels would fear to tread into...because you couldn't, not for the longest time. That's because while everything around it was cleaned up, it was always ignored. Too much, too big, too intimidating.

But the angels could probably walk in there now. We have, quite recently. It's getting there (although we're a long way from done.) We're impatiently waiting for the scrap guys to take away the metal and then we can move the wood onto the trailer and THEN we can get the green truck out of the shop and really, really set to cleaning.

Yeah. Loooong way to go.

Fed the one dog and she's licking her feet clean. The other dog is crashed out by the couch someplace. Might go to bed in a half-hour-all this cleaning stuff is exhausting.

Ta,
Bec