As the day progressed, it turned out to be that the little brown rodent was just an icebreaker.
First, I almost missed my flight in Chicago because of the Blackberry. The Blackberry doesn't change the time according to the "network time zone." You are where you are and your time is where you were.
Then, I made it to our house only to realize that the movers and packers were lost. It took me two-hours to navigate the semi-truck down Lakeland Drive and to Willow Grande. For some reason, people assume that I don't know what I am talking about when I give directions. They took the left at the Willows instead of continuing to Willow Grande and taking left. I've only driven to our subdivision and our house a trillion times, but yet my directions always seem to be a little off to people. Yes, it's a long way to the very back of Castlewoods, but it's there... I promise. Just keep going straight!
Then, the movers got all of our belongings packed up. They jumped in the semi and headed... well, I really don't know where they headed, and I am honestly not sure they can make it back. I am meeting them at 7 AM in the morning to get the ball rolling on the final day of the move, so we'll see.
It's about bedtime here in MS. It's been bedtime in Philly... I think I'll retire for tonight. I am sure that I can promise quite a blog for tomorrow, which will probably come on Thursday after I awake from my coma!!
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