Two and a half days to departure, and yet we waste time. Mr. D*S and Panda are watching
Hanna, and I am "tidying up" the remains of my office. The kitchen has yet to be packed, the house is distressingly dirty, and we're not sure everything will fit into the U-pods that sit in the driveway.
But it's happening. Tomorrow we go to the lawyers to sign the papers, two days later U-Haul picks up the pods and we pick up the cheque. We'll spend that last night at my brother's and start our cross-country trek the next day, Friday. Mr. D*S will drive the VW van and I will drive the VW Golf. Panda and Moxie will take turns with each. Mox needs Gravol, so she'll be a quiet companion.
Panda will keep me entertained, I'm sure.
You know how everyone asks "Are you excited?" Um, no. I feel numb actually. So much yet to do. Ask me again when we reach the Sault.
But it's happening. Tomorrow we go to the lawyers to sign the papers, two days later U-Haul picks up the pods and we pick up the cheque. We'll spend that last night at my brother's and start our cross-country trek the next day, Friday. Mr. D*S will drive the VW van and I will drive the VW Golf. Panda and Moxie will take turns with each. Mox needs Gravol, so she'll be a quiet companion.
Panda will keep me entertained, I'm sure.
You know how everyone asks "Are you excited?" Um, no. I feel numb actually. So much yet to do. Ask me again when we reach the Sault.
