Morning. It is either a nasty word or a pleasant word, depending on the person that you ask. My next several mornings are going to consist of these pictures.
Painting my furniture, tearing down my furniture, moving, getting heavy things down from the top of the pole barn (cringe!), packing, and moving.
Morning: lots of things to do, followed by immediately starting a new job in a new state.
Right now, I am dreading the morning.