I am so embarrassed.
I can't pull the trigger on going back to Indiana to get my stuff.
It's so painful I go to bed thinking about it and wake up with it and have flashes through the day that remind me of my failure.
For so many people this would be as normal as ordering takeout at a restaurant.
For me, it has become my Rubicon. I cannot cross it.
Still, I will muster whatever motivation I can and complete this task, this hurdle.
I need my stuff.
I had tried to negotiate a decent moving compensation but the federal government and the Good Lord took that away from me.
Now I'll have to drive a truck down to Indiana, load it, drive the damn truck back and unload it.
I apologize for the short entry but that's all I have today, friends.
Peace and honesty unto all of you my brothers and sisters.