Well, I did it. I drove a truck with all my worldy goods (plus Conrad) and towed my car almost 600 miles across country. Nobody died and nothing crucial broke, so I count it a success! (The not-crucial things were two glass candlesticks and a couple of fingernails, plus assorted bumps, bruises and scratches. But those are all just part of the game.)
I loaded up the truck on Thursday afternoon, with the help of two dear friends who made fun of my spinning wheel and complained about my brick-and-board bookshelves and informed me (after the 6th large box of books) that "they have e-readers for this, you know!" and were generally incredible. Thanks, guys :)
And on Friday, we drove. It was a long drive. I don't ever want to do that again -- but at least I know I *can*, if necessary! Conrad was extremely good, though miserable. He did his best wounded-and-disgruntled Toothless the dragon impression, and turned his back on me when I took his picture, but he only cried for about 20 minutes. Good cat.
Yesterday we unloaded, and fit all the furniture in, which is a minor miracle! There are still many boxes left to unpack but I think I'll be able to squeeze everything in. Conrad is still hiding in corners and under beds and only venturing out for food and the occasional hiss at one of our other cats, but he'll be okay too.
And today I had the most terrific headache, so I stayed home from church and slept all morning, and finished off this sock in the afternoon. I probably shouldn't even be blogging tonight, as my brain is still foggy from all that driving and I'm not even attempting to be witty -- I'll be pleased if all my sentences are put together properly. More later when I'm less exhausted!