I'm at a laundromat as I type this. After days of heavy work in my dad's house with Sis (and today also nephew) many of my clothes were sweaty. Plus, I packed more warm weather clothes than cool. It's been chillier and rainier than expected.

The labor is clearly a bit much for Sis. I feel bad for that. Tomorrow will be rough, too, but then we'll have a little break. She was struggling to walk on her injured heel by the end, and I don't think she's used to such labor. I'm fine, in that respect, being almost seven years younger, thinner, and frankly, used to the labor of moving and cleaning. What I am bothered by is the extreme pollen outside and breathing in of dust and other hazardous stuff in the filthy house. She refuses to wear a mask, but I must for much of the time. I also had to push her hard to even wear gloves. I also wear glasses. She won't. And still my lungs feel negatively affected.

My hair is wet after a long shower, but I don't care despite being at the laundromat.

Hubby arrives Monday night. I can't wait!