On Saturday last (so two days ago), I completed a project. No, this post is not about that project. It will be the subject of my next post.

Nor am I going to go into detail about what the next project is. I’ve made enough posts over the last year about what my plans are—how they get fulfilled or derailed—that I suspect my readers are tired of hearing about those plans.

Suffice to say I’m moving on to something else. Actually two something elses. Or maybe it’s three something elses. I’m not really sure what’s next. I’ve consulted my last list and have started on the one listed next. But my brother-in-law threw a monkey wrench in the works of two projects and I need to wait on him to send me something. Other ideas are floating about in the space between my ears. I may make a few jottings on them, see which one presents the lower-hanging fruit, and shift to it.

Meanwhile, I still have family budgeting work to do (dreading it and so avoiding it), at which I’m falling further behind. I still have filing of bills and paper (same), which still show up in my mailbox even though I’ve gone mostly paperless. I still have boxes and boxes of “things” to sort through after our move (tired of it, and still irked by it). I worked on photographs on Saturday and Sunday, because two of my projects involve dealing with photos. While I made progress, the living room is not yet free of boxes of photos, folders of photos, and loose photos waiting to find their place. It’s possible that by the end of today or tomorrow, I will have all photos in clearly marked boxes, arranged by locations or subjects, and ready for me to do what is needed for the next two projects. That’s my goal, at least.

Welcome to the ides of June.