Oh, what a day. I had plans to pack but my middle sister didn’t come so I had to help with the garage sale and emptying out mum’s stuff. Uff da, it’s hard seeing all mum’s life reduced to a garage sale. But no way am I ready to move Sunday! So much stuff needs to be done. It’s overwhelming. And I’m so limited in what I can do with my back. I just bend over and I break out in a sweat from the pain. I keep telling myself it’s not forever. This will end. Poor sir, he doesn’t know what’s going on except that furnishings keep disappearing. I dread Sunday. I’m so glad I have family to help.