Yard raked. Check.
Oven cleaned. Check.
Freezer defrosted. Check.
Piano has a new home. Check.
Christmas letter written. Check.
Extra furniture ready to give away. Check.
Cats have spent 24 hours outside now. Check.
We're getting there!
Popcorn and cooked apples and an ice cream sandwich tonight. I can eat whatever I want these days, or more accurately, whatever is left in the house. And tomorrow I pick up Bruce from the airport, Sunday Michael moves out and Monday the movers arrive. Next week at this time, if all goes according to plan, I'll be sleeping in my own bed in our new house.
(This all still seems breathtakingly swift. I try not to think about it too much...)
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