I’m pulling an all nighter tonight to finish packing. I have friends showing up bright and early to help move so it has to be done.
Saturday will be moving all day.
Sunday I will be here cleaning and trying to dig out over there. I have no delusions of anything being organized. I will be lucky to find clothes.
My internet won’t be hooked up until next weekend.
No wild parties while I’m gone. No graffiti. No smoking.
Julie, who will be rich enough to hire every box packed next time.