The Work Begins

The brain's not completely cogitating just yet, but Lori's up and Ali's out to get the truck, and I need to herd Lucy and Gordon to the bank and figure out what else we can accomplish with the truck in two hours.

Two couches, dead monitor, dead microwave, yard crap (which I may just haul down to the curb).

I have some books I wanted to give away months ago, and a bag of goodwill clothing. What else?

I'm wracking my brain and my brain keeps getting off the torture table and wanting to poke in the kitchen cupboards for breakfast. Plus, the cats are extra clingy with the appearance of all the boxes.