Moving - day 2 of 3
Today is the 3rd day of the 37th week, the 10th day of the 9th month, and the 254th day of 2024. The world is quiet this morning - well as quiet as it gets hereabouts. I am up an hour before the sun, and before my alarm goes off, unable to sleep even though it was past midnight when I finally made myself go to bed. Last week was a whirl. Packing was a difficult task, made so much easier by my daughter and grandson, both of whom devoted about six hours of their days for three days to helping me. I didn't make as many trips back and forth to the new place as I thought I would, or maybe that I should've Yesterday was a whirl. Getting Triscuit to the vet proved as difficult as I feared, but that was my fault. I got her in the crate easily enough by trapping her while she was eating, but like an idiot, failed to make sure the carrier was all zipped up and she escaped. Took me a half an hour to catch her, and then I ended up bullying her. Not a pleasant memory for her to take