Our longest day

I can’t fairly describe the pitiable condition that Deb and I are in right now. We began packing and loading the truck again early yesterday morning, battling heat, humidity and weariness. Mid-afternoon we paused to roll Ernie out of Second Chance Ranch for the final time, driving 15 miles east to a wonderful campground that’ll be our base for several days.

It was evening by the time we got back to the house to resume filling the truck. Our next-door neighbors offered to help, and we accepted — it was to the point that I couldn’t lift and carry even the lightest loads without intense pain. Deb was in no better shape.

I think it was around 12:45am when we shut the cargo door, made our way up to the storage unit and, the two of us, unloaded our stuff. We finished by 2:30am, dropped the truck at The Ranch, then drove back out to the campground.

It was 4am when we collapsed into bed.

Deb’s alarm went off at 6am — chug a half-cup of coffee, drive to the house, fetch the rented truck, gas it up and turn it in before incurring another day’s fees.

Then it was back to the house to meet the cleaning crew. That’s where we are now, and I’m posting this from my phone.

We’re beyond exhausted now. Personally I can’t recall feeling this bad without having suffered injury or illness.

The bulk of the work is done, at least.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath

#LetsGoBrandon #FJB