I am plugging along, filling a few boxes a day, deciding what moves, stays here, or gets tossed. It feels endless, but a couple of kitchen cabinets are empty and the big closet in the hall is cleaned out, and though I feel like I'm in a moving version of Groundhog Day, I am slogging through it all. My goal is to have all-but-that-which-is-needed-to-live packed up before the wedding so I can enjoy the weekend without stressing about what will follow, then I'll have Tues, Wed. and Thurs. for last minute packing. It'll come together. It's a frenzy of details, people to notify, utilities to transfer, on and on, accompanied by what feels like drunken sailor spending, but it's coming together.
One major thing is off the Shit to Do list: Miss Sophie had her big girl operation yesterday. I was going to postpone it, but counted on my fingers and realized we could just get it in under the wire. I wanted to have the vets I've known for 15 years do her operation before we move.