"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel. You're just sick of the tunnel."

Not a whole lot to report yet. The car is covered in a fine coating of drywall dust and surrounded by all manner of garage contents while the main garage is finished. The only movement with the car is in and out of the garage to simplify the relocation of something that is hindered by the presence of the car.

The weather, while wildly inconsistent, is steadily growing colder. I have no interest in wrenching on a cantankerous old car while the weather is unfriendly. I will have the space, tools, and most likely, the time. What I lack is interest. I always find something else to consume that time. Right now, it's the house but the largest project undertaken is slowly wrapping up and I will be far more likely to farm out future work.

Almost ironic that I finally have a house with a 3-car garage and I haven't done anything with the car whatsoever since moving into this place. In previous circumstances, I'd create a checklist of things to get done so I could go back to working on the car. I haven't made that list and am unlikely to do so any time soon.

I've briefly entertained the idea of going through the parts and listing up anything I know I don't need or want, although I've always found something else to do with that time. And I have no clue where half of the parts are actually located with the current state of the garage.

I have this internally driven sense that I'm running out of time to start anything with this car beyond where it is right now. I don't know where this originated but it's very much a 'fight or flight' type of feeling. I've been ignoring it for several months while I try to finish other house-related tasks.

I'm not sure where this is going - if anywhere - but I do know that nothing is going to happen for several months. And then I'll have a decision to make - continue on this journey or end it. 

I have yet to write that chapter.