Crunch Time

I wish the title of this post had more to do with food. I mean, I am eating right now. That's the only reason I'm able to type this blog post. If chewing while typing isn't multitasking, I don't know what is. I think it goes without saying that our cooking capabilities are grossly limited right meow, so I've got some leftovers from when we were out to eat after the car snafu. That's a pretty good segue, I think.

Today we took my car to the place we were instructed to by the Auto and Boat Relocation place. Unfortunately, there was a breakdown in communication that resulted in some confusion and several phone calls being made from the drop off point. The woman Topher had set it up with had been on vacation and left some loose ends that we didn't appreciate. No points there. I think I will end up reviewing our experiences with all of the various companies we're using when we get to our new home. So far it's not looking good for these guys. Fortunately, the woman at the drop off place was very helpful and assured us that she, armed with the phone number Topher gave her, would take care of it so we could focus on our move. Very helpful. A+ for her.

The movers are coming at 8 a.m. Monday. It is 2:00 a.m. EST on Friday Saturday. Now is the stuff freakouts are made of. Full disclosure: I am a worrier and an overthinker. I am afraid our stuff won't fit comfortably on that gigantic truck. Topher thinks we will use half of it. I think he'd win on The Price is Right, because my bid will be way over as I like to worry about Irrational Things, but I think we'll use more than half. I'll keep you posted on who wins this round.

In case you were curious, I will provide you with a sample of my fretting. I am worried about finding pet-friendly hotels on the way there. I am worried about the truck not showing up before the movers do in Washington. I am worried about the car which is usually parked on the street being in the way of the movers and the ramp for the truck. I am worried about things breaking in transit. I am worried the car will break down on the way out there (Topher is way better at fixing Autobots than automobiles, and I don't have a mechanical bone in my body). I am worried about our GPS pooping out in the mountains. I would be worried I am going to worry myself into ulcers, but fortunately, ulcers are not caused by worry, but instead primarily bacteria. Yep, some dude named Barry Marshall swilled a bunch o' dat bacteria because no one believed him and his collaborator and he wanted to prove their point.

Go science.

Rarrr,
Jax