On occasion, we will procrastinate and do a bigger run the next day. Then there's this morning, where we have a pile of parts that have accrued for a few days now, the sight of which has led to regrets. But happily, with three of us here to work on sorting and boxing, the mountain is feeling more akin to a molehill. While Starla fetches boxes and packing material, I holler out the part orders for Midnight to scavenge from the pile. It leaves me to finish up sealing each box and slapping on the shipping label.