I've been running so fast, I find it's the afternoon before I think about sitting down to pontificate via the blog.
Today, it was off to the laundromat, so I'd have something clean to pack. Then to the hardware store for some odds & ends that Joe needed, then to the bank to set up an account for the rental properties' management while I'm gone, then back to the hardware store with Joe's additional list delivered by cell phone. Now I'm laying out slightly damp clothes and making packing decisions. Tonight, Echo gets a bath (shhhhh--don't tell her).
Tomorrow I have to drive to Mo-Town for Fedex (sending boxes to the west coast to wait for me), returns of unused stuff to Lowes, then fill up with gas, shop for dog food and Tylenol. Drop off food to Hannah's house. Call TV & phone companies to suspend service. Send stuff to Ray. Send Netflix discs back. Start cleaning up and shutting down the house systems.
Friday morning I will attend my last knitting group, then come home and throw everything in the car and go. At least that's the plan. We shall see if it all comes to fruition.
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I know I should have something profound to say about the election, but I just plain don't. I am in denial, I suppose. The news today that Michael Creighton died of cancer actually takes precedence for me. I have spent many a happy hour completely absorbed in Mr. Creighton's remarkable books (including the obscure ones, written under pseudonyms), and the news that there will be only one more, published posthumously, fills me with grief.
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