I suppose it's part of saying goodbye, but ever since we announced to our friends and our parish that we will be moving, with one or two notable exceptions, I have been feeling more and more disconnected and invisible.
Like I'm not even there...
And who knows, it could be another six months before our house sells. Who knows?
Someone told one of my kids that she is glad that we are moving because he gets on her nerves. How. Charmingly. Honest.
Next weekend is our big "clear out" with a dumpster. A week after that, we'll start trying to find a buyer.
Oh God, grant it to be soon!
Anyone need a cat? He's a good mouser, and very laid back. Sleek and healthy neutered Orange Tabby. He's nice and all, but not worth the more-than-two-hundred-dollar pet fee in an apartment.
I have a headache and wish I could crawl into bed. Instead, I have to go birthday present shopping. Times two.
I really should not blog when I"m this tired, shouldn't I? But I'm just grumpy enough that I'll post it anyways.