The night before

Saturday, April 30, 2016 is the day of my move. I fully admit that this has been one giant, pain in the ass. Pain though it might be, it's not an exciting topic to write about, but I wanted to write something before I move and begin some unpacking things that I will need  while I await the refurbishing of my former place, then moving back to the apartment upstairs. Now that's a run on sentence. It's a long story.

So it's Friday night, the night before. There's a bit of peanut butter and some bread. A spot, perhaps two spots of milk enough for some coffee in the morning. A bit of grated Romano cheese, three eggs and a half a zucchini. Whatever I don't consume Saturday morning is outta here. Between packing and moving clothes and possessions here, there and everywhere, going upstairs, downstairs I'm plumb tuckered out. Still it will sort of be like I was a kid, well semi retired again with my own bedroom and all my toys. So hopefully it will only be 6-8 weeks as estimated, then I'll gather everything up and slowly, make camp and settle down. The one bright spot will be a one week vacation in June. We will be heading you know where. This will be the closest to summer we have ever gone. I would imagine there will be more people than we usually see, but I think we can live with the burden.

Alright, if I keep writing, it will be tomorrow.
I'm outta here.