This evening with the help of my two favorite Depositors, we moved all the goods-for-sale for the Saturday communal yard sale to town to store in the shed of the person hosting the sale. Getting it all sorted and prepped has been an effort and a chore. How much stuff? The bed of his extended pickup truck plus my car was packed to the ‘nth degree. After all was said and done, I returned home, looking forward to a glass of white wine to ship on the porch. The choice of which one to drink? the one with the screw on lid, because pulling the cork of the others was too daunting. That’s how tired.