Today will be a day of long distance driving; a 650-mile round trip to retrieve more “stuff” from the city in which we used to live. We’ll get boxes of files, an upright vacuum cleaner, an iced-tea maker, boxes full of items from our pantry, among many other things that wouldn’t fit in our car. Oh, and suitcases full of clothes; we made the trip over with 2 days’ worth of clothes. And we’ll retrieve a 55-quart ice chest filled with frozen foods from our freezer; a friend generously agreed to store our frozen foods for pickup this weekend.
I feel very much like a long distance courier. Come to think of it, though, I’ve often commented that my fantasy was to be a long-distance courier, paid handsomely to slowly transport small quantities of personal items cross-country; but this is not cross-country and it’s not slow. But it’s a start.
Oh, and I’m not being paid handsomely.