It's happening

Right now movers are putting all gazillion pounds of our belongings onto a truck. I'm sitting at work drowing in deadlines. We didn't sleep very much last night. Okay, we haven't really slept this entire week. We're bruised and sore and have tape gun scratches and a permanent case of the dust sneezes and are a tad unsure how all of this stuff is going to fit into our very nice but much smaller DC apartment. The cats are locked in the bathroom, and they are pissed. Did I mention I'm at work, drowning in deadlines with the worst timing in the history of bad deadlines? But we asked for this, and it's still pretty awesome.

Tonight the Champagne Thursday girls are meeting me out for a fun farewell dinner, and while I already warned them that I accidentally packed up all my nice dinner clothes and thus will be wearing a thin cotton dress and hippie boots with dark undereye circles instead of appropriately festive attire, I did not warn them that I'm running on fumes and will be loaded after just one sip of bubbly. Which, now that I think about it, will make for a more entertaining evening...

Tonight we will sleep on an air mattress, and tomorrow after work we leave in the car, packed to the gills with mammals, electronics, and provisions for the week. Friday night: Jackson, MS. Saturday night: Raleigh with the fam. We decided Dan Brown was appropriately brainless suspense for the drive, so the audiobook of his latest thriller set in DC is on tap. We'll leave on Sunday after breakfast, and will be in our new city that afternoon. Oh, and there's a "near-blizzard event" going on there this weekend, by the way. Just for added excitement. With any luck, we can cruise into DC on Sunday afternoon and admire a landscape of calm white snow and still air, collapse on the air mattress in our new place, crack open some beers, and listen to the Superbowl (go Saints!) on the radio, old-school style. And then we wait for our stuff to arrive (it'll take days), and toast a new beginning. Cheers to that.

Freya Art