I brought home 4 boxes of books. I unpacked 3 of them today. Researched 1, so it’s sorted.
The last one is the 3rd egg box, so it will be full of 50-70 paperbacks, again. But I have to go through the books I’ve already unpacked first.
I haven’t quit, but got discouraged, as usual. I get these huge surges of energy and ambition, but there’s just TOO MUCH to make a big dent, in even a week. I can see progress, but I need MONTHS of intense work before this is going to actually be done. April may be (shudder) about 6 months less than I need. I hope not, but…
Anyway, I loafed, relatively speaking this week.
And, because I know when I’m inclined to loaf, if I beat myself up about it or force myself to go on, at least with the house work, the PTSD starts screaming. So, I let myself loaf.