Do you ever get the feeling that you are on a train whose destination is unknown and it is going to derail at any moment? Sure you do. We all do, right?
I feel like this weekend might be the derailing moment. We've got the Fireweed Festival on Friday and Saturday. I need to move all of my stuff (except the furniture) to the new place before Sunday. Sunday is furniture day. The lady who is moving into my current place is coming by tonight to move things into the downstairs, which means I can't really leave the house to move my own stuff. There are reports. I haven't made phone calls. I haven't changed the kitty litter.
Whew.
And now H is enticing me with links to crafting supplies. Bad, bad H.
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