I think I am in denial about certain events that are coming up in our lives. We are moving. Booo. I hate that we are. I like being close to family and this neighborhood and our neighbors and this valley and my grocery store that has wonderful reverse osmosis water. Sigh.
Packing is NOT awesome. Which is why I have done about 10% of it so far. Never mind that we are leaving our place the end of this month and it's the 20th. Late last night, talking to each other in the dark, right before we both fell asleep, Chris gave me a little hope.
"Maybe when the world ends on Saturday, that will solve our moving dilemma."
So, I'm not going to stress much more until 6 p.m. eastern time tomorrow. If everyone is still here, and the earth has not opened up, I'll get back to stressing and filling boxes.