Plunk in the middle

I have been cleaning and arranging all day.
There remains much to do, but I have none of what it takes to do it now:  I will be waking early tomorrow, and plunging right in.
How can there still be so much to do?
And yet, there is.
How did our ancestors ever get their essentials together in time to drop everything and move when the command came?  How did they choose what was essential?  How do I?

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I just fell asleep at the keyboard.

Sweet dreams, everybody!
I will meet you after shabbos, after the second Seder, on the other side of the Red Sea.

May we each gain the very freedom we are needing.