So Far, So Good

In a span of three hours that felt like twenty, we got everything packed up in the house so it's ready to load into the truck, and I got moved into my sister's. The guy who will be driving my stuff to Portland packed up the kitchen and wrapped the furniture in that clear protective wrap. I had everything else already prepared.

The cat is pissed, but doing ok. We're both exhausted, and I'm glad to have a week at my sister's before flying out. The 90-pound dog who could eat cats like mine for breakfast is behind closed doors, and I don't even want to think about what's going to happen when they meet face to face. 

Tomorrow is the big moving day and then I'll clean my place and meet with my slumlord Tuesday morning to get jacked out of my security deposit. 

I'm exhausted and feel like I could lay down this minute on the floor and sleep for three days. It's all coming together.