After yesterday's marathon of organization, I woke early this morning with a tightness of chest. Not sure if I pulled a muscle in my chest wall... or have pneumonia. I'd expect fever with pneumonia. But it hurts to take a deep breath or exhale completely. I also feel somewhat like "carp". Not well at all.

The bad part is that I still haven't finished everything I started. Should I say ANYTHING I started. the closet has been gone through and been refilled... but I still have the front room full of boxes of pictures. I did make it all the way through the first box of pictures... weeding out hundreds. The "film" age, when you might not even get ONE really good shot to a roll of film- yet compulsively kept 23 bad pictures forever. If I didn't know the who in the picture, it got tossed. If it was just scenery- tossed. Who cares how great the shot of the zoo elephant was (and it was very mediocre) if there isn't a person I know in the picture enjoying the elephant?

I have some Seneca will laugh over... Chris growing up- yet very much the same as he is today. I have many of Chris and his best friend Bradley to pass on to him. I have lots of my nephews and niece growing up, that sister Lalani sent me. Her kids pictures were thrown out during someone having a tantrum.. or so I was told. I plan to send them back to her. I have some that Lalani's son Coleman may like- pictures of his Mom and Dad together with the kids, before Lalani and Danny Lee were divorced. (hey Brandy, send me a message with your address in it!) After hours on end, I have gone through the first of five huge cardboard boxes of photographs, reducing it to one and a half sheboxes of neatly 'stacked' pictures. (Hours of scanning ahead of me!)

Tomorrow is back to work- and Matthew comes on Monday. Looks like the remaining boxes may get re-stacked into the laundry room until I muster up the oomph to start this again.

Have a great afternoon!