I would give anything to not have to move tonight.
Or for it to happen without me.
I have no qualms about cleaning, about setting up house, about getting everything all straightened out. But moving, with the chaos, and the mess, and the dogs, and the cats, and the people in and out, and trying to get everything set up for The Boy to come spend the weekend with us..
There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
I just pray it’s not got a locomotive behind it.