Today marks a momentous occasion: For the first time in weeks, I have nothing to say about the packing of boxes. Hooray!
I have to admit, however, that the “oh yeah, throw that in the back wherever, I don’t need it” bag which Otto wedged into the trunk behind everything else did end up being the back into which I’d put my medication. WHOOPS. He was a very good sport about retrieving it for me when I pointed out that PROBABLY I could go without my estrogen without turning into a man for quite a while (and then my dad looked at his watch and said, “Probably not before 4 this afternoon, anyway”).
The cheesecake brownies from my favorite high school haunt have been purchased and set aside for the trip; the sushi has been consumed in copious quantities; the moving company has left me a lengthy voicemail apologizing for yesterday’s debacle but neglecting to sense the irony in reporting that oh, by the way, they don’t have a delivery date for me yet (that was promised to me by this morning); four people have popped up out of nowhere to respond to my Craigslist listings from last week now that everything is sold and gone.
In other words, we’re getting into the car tomorrow morning and getting out in Georgia tomorrow night, and things are going about the way you’d expect them to if you were me.
By this time tomorrow, we’ll be home.