I am writing this using my brand-new iPhone, curled up on an inflatable mattress. The house is empty, except for the heap of stuff we are either shipping to NM via UPS or schlepping onto the plane with us. (That includes one dawg, three cats, and three turtles.)
OmegaDad is setting up turtle carriers. OmegaDotter is snoring on another inflatable mattress beside me.
The cats were quite traumatized today. Piggy, our 17-year-old half-Siamese, half-calico dainty scaredy cat, spent most of the past four days carefully hidden in the box spring of our bed. When the movers finally came to take our bed away, we cornered her, then I deposited her in our empty closet. Newman, our Siamese mutt cat I inherited from my mom, spent the day hidden on a high shelf in the dotter’s bedroom. Wooly, our laid-back cat, I confined to the upstairs bathroom. By the time the movers left, Piggy and Newman had gone AWOL. Luckily, a few hours later, they both timidly emerged again.
The dawg spent another happy day at doggie daycare.
Tomorrow I clean. And I drive my car to the port to get it shipped. Then a day of finalization of various stuff, a night at a hotel, and we fly out Sunday.