I sit here at my desk trying to fathom that one week from tomorrow, the movers will be here to pack up, load up, and take off. They’ll do the loading and taking off on Wednesday, they can’t possibly get it done in under three days. But they’ll be here one week from tomorrow, and that means we’ve got to be ready for them.
So I sit here instead, writing. In my defense, earlier today, Brad and I loaded up one side of the garage with items to donate and arranged for pick-up. I’ve done some sorting. And I found a home for Bob and Fred, our fish.
But it feels like it might have on the Titanic before it began to tilt. Not like impending doom, we’re all gonna die (although Brad feels that way, in spite of frequently initiating change, he doesn’t handle it very well). What it feels like is that everything’s normal. It’s always been this way (which isn’t the truth, thank you Anika), and it always will be. But all that’s about to change rapidly.
It’s all going to be good though, very good! No sinking to the bottom of the ocean for us. This is an awesome job, an awesome place to live, and churches have Sunday school where we’re going. They don’t where we are now, and that’s just… not what we’re used to. Houston has excellent medical care, something we’ll all benefit from. So if you’re reading this, Mr. I’ll-initiate-change-then-try-and-run, relax. It’s going to be great. Besides, you’re not the one driving for two days with the two cats and a bored almost-twelve year old!
“Terms of Engagement” is going to hit 400 pages long before it’s complete. I’ve resigned myself to that, and am not even certain it’ll be my next release at this point. I’m working on “Depart the Darkness” concurrently. We’ll see what happens.
Happy reading, and I’m going to get back to procrastinating.