Not included in this post is the story of Chaucer preening in front of TWO DIFFERENT MIRRORS.
Yesterday wasn’t good. I got off to a later start than I wanted because I kept having panic attacks. Or, maybe it was one big one that never really got under control. Either way, it was pretty bad.
I have three small tote bags, two laptops, and a taxidermy chicken. Seven joints are rolled in a plastic bag, are stashed deep inside a plastic USPS bin. The truck is well and truly packed. The only thing left to do is round up the cats. It’s time to leave. We’ll catch up in Virginia.