Are you old enough to know the significant of the above paraphrase? :-))
It is real. I'm going to leave in (OHMIGAWDDOYOUBELIEVE IT?????) less than 5 days. I'm exhausted. Physically I'm on my last leg. Emotionally, I'm kaput. I do better when there is someone here with me, but that is rare. Tonight . . . . I'm pretty much toast.
Bless Scottie's heart. He was here all day, and he took on the biggest of the remaining tasks. Not only did he take it on, but he made it bigger than originally planned, but he is doing it RIGHT. What would I have done without him? I'm telling you that Scottie has shouldered task after task after task without a question. I owe him a huge debt, and while I've done a few things to repay him, I'm sure it isn't enough. He is such a treasure. Thank you, Scottie, for being a substitute son, a friend of the first order and, most of all, for being who you are. I can't imagine where I would be right now without you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I'm almost finished packing up the kitchen. That means I'm eating out of a box, a can, an order-out window or from a restaurant booth for the next 4 days. Tonight I warmed some things from the fridge, cooked a piece of meat with a plastic fork in the one 8" skillet I kept out. Interesting meal! I'm dining out several nights this week, and I'll order in pizza for the "packing crew" on Thursday, then leave Friday morning.
Is everything ready to go? NO!!! I'm still trying to figure out how to get the last few items into the already packed storage unit. It is insane!! WHY DO I HAVE THIS MUCH STUFF??? Question of the century, and I don't know the answer. Well, I do, but the answer is very long and complex, and that's for another post.
People, I’m still running on autopilot, and I’m weary, weary, weary. I’ll post as I can over the next few days, but I don’t know how regular it will be. I leave on Friday, and I’ll be out of touch for about a week.
Wish me lots of luck. I really, really need it!!