Eight days. After a vision, a dream that birthed 42 years ago, 8 short days remain to pack up and move. Because of the writer’s conference, I haven’t done anything to move the trip forward for two plus days.
And yet… I’m not stressed. Really. We’ll get it. A couple trips tomorrow, a few on Monday through Wednesday and the movers on Thursday, and Friday is cleaning day. Shoot. No problem. Time with the kids on Saturday, and the big party on Sunday.
Speaking of party: