Last day of packing (whether I like it or not)! The house is in that shambles state of storm before the calm….

(Why yes, that *is* my Robert-Downey-Jr.-dressed-as-a-17th -century-Russian-general throw pillow. General Bill Murray is in the other bag.)

I feel like I’m doing okay. I’ve got miles to go before I sleep, but it’s nothing dogged determination and plenty of packing tape won’t get me through. Plus, I’ve got quite a tangible goal; this bad boy showed up on Wednesday:

Pretty impressed at how that driver managed to thread the needle of our driveway. I refuse to back down it in a car, much less back up it in a big behemoth like that. So glad I don’t have to drive it!

Also glad I don’t have to load it – that’s what strapping young men are for. They’re showing up tomorrow morning at 9 am sharp, so if it’s not packed by then, it gets left on the “Free” pile at the curb. Which is why the generals are long packed – I’ve got my priorities straight.