If I stand still too long, I'll have to face the complications of living in an extended stay suite or rental for months. I'd have to contemplate how this could impact Figgy's life, her schoolwork. She seems distraught, exhausted, blurts out that she's homeless. My eyes look small and red. And we can't have Easter dinner at our house anymore.
So I just keep moving.
Last night, when my head hit the pillow, had to face my fears in the dark. Tossing and turning. Not just our roof splintered but our lives splintered. Literally, our Easter baskets scattered in the side yard because the guys who tarped the house to keep the rain out on Sunday threw a lot of the attic contents on the lawn, and then tarped those too.
Like I said, I hate housework. So this is not a very pretty picture.
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