It could be tomorrow. It could be Wednesday. It's driving me crazy. On the surface I'm okay but the background emotion in my head is tiring me out. I think it's the same for t my husband and the Duckie. We're all sleeping a lot and going to bed earlier.
Miss Duck has been falling asleep everywhere like she did when younger; floor of the car, bathroom floor, half on the couch, and sitting on the floor at the end of the couch.
I've told my husband that I don't want anyone setting up the kitchen other than me unless I'm telling them where to put things. Well, unless they're left handed. That includes him. The only other kitchen that has ever made sense to me is my Aunt Marilee's kitchen and she's a left handed cook too.
It may not look it when you walk into the apartment but we're more than 2/3 packed. I think we can reasonably be out of the apartment in a week. In some rooms I'm down to labeling the boxes "kitchen: random stuff" or "living room: random decorative."
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