Moving

One word: SUCKS!!
When we got home Friday evening we were exhausted.  We knew we had a lot of work ahead of us so we pretty much just crashed.  It was nice sleeping on a king-size bed.  You wouldn't thing six inches would make a big difference, but size really does matter.

The task in front of us was overwhelming.  Thankfully my wonderful friends Ronnie and Jenny pitched in.  We also got some much needed muscle from Bill, Damian, and Steven.  I am deeply indebted to all.  Zeb was super fussy with all the chaos and that rendered me rather useless.

Clay and I decided we had become too accustomed to supervisory roles and that doesn't get the job done.
It is amazing how much crap people can accumulate in four years.  I quickly realized that fitting a 3800 sq. ft. space into a 30' RV is tricky.  I decided to make it therapuetic instead of tragic.  The really important things aren't things at all and I had been surrounded by my most precious possessions all along.  Kind of Dorothy-ish but true.  Tuesday the first we got the hell out of there and headed toward Lake Livingston and my mom.