Hitting the Wall

Today I am exhausted, and not a single thing has been packed. I'm starting to feel panicky and overwhelmed by all the things left to do: the packing, the cars' tune-ups, taking stuff to Goodwill, dealing with the cat after surgery...

In retrospect I perhaps should have waited on the cat, but it was clear that if I didn't act, she'd be pregnant for the move. But having to endure her piteous meows in the night, when she's in the bathroom by herself being lonely and bored, does not help. I'm also a bit concerned about her incision; the vet used a laser, so it's not raw or bleeding, but there's a... gap... between a couple of the stitches that makes me woozy just thinking about it. So add a vet call tomorrow to the already long list of things to do.

Meanwhile, I am feeling irritated by the lingering junk in garage and basement, junk that is lingering because it's either to be donated or it's resisting easy packing. And thinking about dealing with the kitchen is depressing; there are all those fragile things to be stowed away, and decisions regarding canned food and things like flour and tea, all the while living in the house...

The movers are coming on Thursday, and I am freaking out.

Comments

[Keir]

Hope the move went smoothly!

[Keri]

ummm...I guess this is why I shouldn't be blogging in the middle of the night. That last comment had a TYPO in my name. *sigh*

[Rana]

We are here! We survived! So did the cat!

It is very hot! We are working on getting AC installed! The movers aren't here yet!

I can't stop using exclamation points!