It's beginning to feel real. I started calling about moving companies today. All three of them here. Only two of those offer movers to do it for you. We booked a trip to go down south for week to look around. Hopefully secure a job or two and a place to live. Some friends have been kind enough to offer us lodging for as long as we need.
The mental lists have been started. It's making my brain hurt. About 4am this morning I was awoke by a dream that we forgot Mr. Man when we moved. I could see him sitting on the step waiting for us to come back. Horrible. I had to wake him up to snuggle. "Daddy..stop I sleepin".
I couldn't get back to sleep. More and more things that need to be done kept popping into my head. Getting a truck, packing, loading. When and how long to close the gallery to get things moved? What should I keep here with me? How will I get those things moved? I need another truck. How often will I get to see Mr. Man and Precious over the summer? I need to get things arranged with the artists. Where am I going to live over the summer?
It wouldn't stop. For the next 5 hours I had all of this clogging my brain and giving me ulcers.
This morning, we woke to snow. That's right, it's snowing. You already know what the locals are saying. "It's never snowed here this time of year."