Let's see, where are we?
I have a mover's contract and boxes. I am packing boxes.
Sophie is still in heat. I remember from childhood that my father described it as "one week coming, one week on, one week going," but we are ending week two and her girlybits are finally not looking truly alarming, but it ain't done yet. She still has to wear the Spandex and Velcro Pants of Indignity. You can see that she was well aware that this was going to be immortalized on the blog.
I have a dress, shoes, wedding attire. A destination. A mover. A plan to offload the stuff I want to offload. Painting is done, pond removal is done, the fence is fixed and not gonna fall down. But wow, I look at the calendar and just freak out at how it all came down to this last month of frantic franticness.
It's all worth it, I have no regrets at all, but damn, it's crazy.