Can We Just Forget Yesteday? Or Why I'm So Tired

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I am engaged with a big project -- getting unsold book inventory out of my house and donated to various nonprofit organizations. I got serious about it Saturday and started getting some books ready to pack then. Beginning Wednesday I packed up the boxes you see in the car and another load that was going to a different place. I spent most of the day packing and listing the itemized inventory I was donating, with prices paid. I need that for the IRS. By yesterday afternoon I had the batch you see here loaded into the car. I had to drive it to the next town to donate. When I finished unloading the car at the thrift store it was about 3 PM and I was starving. I checked out the new burger place and ate a leisurely lunch. I started reading a book while I ate. After lunch I drove to the Templeton house. My goal was to load up the car with some boxes from my book shed so I could take them home to list and get ready for my next donation. As I drove up, my neighbor had not one, but two vehicles blocking my access to the book shed. I had to make them understand I wasn't trying to pass them but I needed them to move out of the way. They finally moved the vehicles so I could get in. I pulled a few boxes out and loaded them before going to the house to see how the cleaning crew had performed the task I set for them before I left on Saturday. They had done well, but I still had to deal with my part of it -- moving and sorting books. I loaded a few more boxes from the house into the car. When I got home, I was very tired. It was about 6 PM. My husband had brought a shredder home to try to unjam, and when I walked in the door, wanting to collapse and relax, he told me he was sorry, but he'd spilled canola oil on the kitchen floor while fixing the shredder. Have you ever tried to get cooking oil off a kitchen floor? He had put a paper towel over it, but it had splashed way beyond that. After trying to wipe most of it off with a rag, I told him I'd mop the floor after he was in bed. That way he wouldn't forget and walk on it. I collapsed in my chair to read more of my book, but it wasn't really relaxing knowing I'd have to scrub the floor later. By midnight both book and floor were finished and I checked the computer for the first time to catch up with my notifications here. By 1:30 I crawled into bed. Today I finished adding up the value of the boxes I was donating to the local little library and related organizations under the same umbrella. I delivered them at about 2:30 and checked the shelves out since I'd never been to this library. It's just getting started and is currently just a neighborhood reading room. Then I went to the Templeton house and started dusting and shelving some books that had been on the floor next to bookcases. The cleaning crew had dusted the books that were on the top three shelves and put them on the bed so I could go through them and box them up to be moved somewhere else. I'm not yet sure where else. Today I dusted the books on the floor beside the shelves and started putting them in the shelves vacated by the books piled on my bed. Fortunately, that's not where I sleep. I'm tired after today's work, but at least I enjoyed interacting with the board members of the little library. Also, the neighbors weren't blocking my shed access today, and my husband hadn't spilled anything I had to clean up. I had planned to write a blog post tonight, but my neck is sore and sitting here at the computer aggravates it. Guess I need to go rest again. I plan not to work so hard physically tomorrow. Have you been working on any long-term projects lately?