13,483 Days Alive
1,200 Miles to Go
6 Weeks, 6 Days Till the Move
I can’t believe how quickly time is flying. I need to start paring down my wardrobe to pack and transport.
I’m still slightly worried about the move. Who wouldn’t be? It’s about twelve hundred miles door to door. And I don’t have a landing spot, yet. I have places I could stay, but they aren’t long term solutions.
I have so many crochet projects to finish before I go. Some I haven’t even started! Ugh.
I fret. It’s what I do.
Mal, Bubbles, and the girls are still recovering from their COVID bout. And Xypher is doing much better.
Mentally, otherwise, I’m okay. A friend fell off grid the last few days. I always worry I’ve done something wrong when it happens. Hopefully they come up for air soon.
I’m heading to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 