Holly Crap

With 10 days left until the UPacks arrive, my annual holiday panic has morphed into a holly, jolly, crap pile worthy of Thomas Kincade lights and a bow.

How I conceived that moving over the holidays would be 'easier,' I have no idea...
With holiday parties, and family celebrations, and boxes being packed and boxes being wrapped, and cards being hand written with moving announcements scrunched in after pleasant season's greetings to friends and family who have heard little from me in, what like a year.... Yeah. This is going realy, really well.
Sort of like ripping off a bandaid with a little bit of lemon juice.

But, as with everything... the pain of finishing things up here will begin healing as soon as our cardboard shaped paper cuts close up and then will begin the 5 day drive across our beloved US of A with our even more beloved 19yr old cat, bobert.

Car + Cat + Michael's small bladder + 3000 miles = fun, fun, fun.

And at the end of all that forced march kind of fun will be mountains of real fun with our SF friends (some real and some imagined) as we attempt to turn all of our questionable plans into something both tangible and worthwhile, which we will then call our lives.