Packing

And a packing we go.  Well, I go.  Hubby started his job today, paperwork intermingled with everything else.  Then he spent the evening remembering everything that he had just forgotten, only he didn't remember until he'd gotten back from the store.  And, the hazard of moving in on short notice, no gas, and so far, no response from the gas company.  The poor kid, he really needs a wife and a dog to take care of him.  Fuzzy is starting to calm from roaming the house looking for Hubby.  She still looks at me like a traitor because she isn't getting to run errands with me.  I just don't think the loaner car would survive her.  I'll have to take a picture of it for posterity, its sounds much nicer than it is, but it drives, and that is what is important.  We are hoping this will be the last time we move separately, this is really for the birds.  I just hope he makes it through this week, next week will be better for everyone, well except for the people helping us haul all of our crap-e.