Let the real drama begin

8 days. 8 days until I leave.

On the positive side: The house is rented. The tenants have signed a 2-year lease, so basically we don't have to worry about things unless these people can't pay the rent.

Also, the next week I'm going to have 101 lunches and dinners with friends, so that's good. That's less cooking that I'll have to do with my non-existent cookware.

On the "I'm gonna either die or cry from all this stress" side: this is the week I start the cats' formal paperwork clearance process. I had to transport both of them in one of their huge cages to the vet in my Bug, which the cage virtually doesn't fit in. I actually broke down in tears in the lobby of the vet, just trying to get myself together.

My Bug isn't going to be picked up until Tuesday now. On the plus side that is less time that it is sitting in the open at Baltimore's port, but on the minus side I didn't have to rent a large car to transport all my stuff to the dump and Goodwill. I'll manage with the Bug, but I just kind of wanted that done so I didn't have to deal with it.

I still haven't finished the second coat of paint on my fourth bedroom wall, and I'm exhausted just thinking about it. I've got to start emptying my fridge of food; I'm thinking of having an "Trader Erika's" sale where if you take it, it's yours. The canned stuff I'll donate, but there isn't all that much of that. The freezer, though, is a little more full than I would like.

I've got a list of stuff to do, including changing my address and canceling services and whatnot. There are a few blacklines on it, happily, but there are fewer than I would like to see.

I think that I am going to go on another little shopping spree, and stick Ray with the bill. It's the least I deserve for going through all this.