If I was “dead tired,” I’d be dead, wouldn’t I?

Just one “before” picture (below). There are more pictures (weeks ago) of the “stuff” in the carport.

I failed to get a picture of the two young women who thoroughly cleaned the trailer—from nine until noon—front to back, floor to ceiling. Then the carpet cleaners arrived.

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Postscript at 8:00 PM: My legs got me to my apartment but they refused to take me to the five o’clock evening meal. Minutes ago, I got out of the shower where I washed off sweat and grime. Now I’m headed to bed. GOOD day, good night.