It's the end of the semester, and we're moving to Sacramento. It sounds so simple. It sounds so easy. But it is neither simple, nor easy.
It is more like one of those commercials for a suspense movie or tv drama. Will our heroes manage to get the money together in time, despite the slowing of the post office due to holiday overflow? Will they manage to pack everything they need into Sean's tiny little truck? Will the cats and the dog all have to travel together, causing two cat aneurisms and a potential human one? Will the Christmas presents get bought in time? Will our heroes finish everything they have to do for finals?
I haven't written anything here about the cat situation. In a nutshell: we now have four cats because my ex decided to move into a pet-free apartment and was threatening to send the two I left behind when I left him to certain death-by-coyote. He wanted to release one of the two into the wilds of Jamul, in East County San Diego. Would I be willing to come get the other? Ugh. It was, to put it mildly, an ordeal. And I wouldn't have been able to do it at all if his aunt hadn't volunteered to pay for the trip. And I hold him directly responsible for our financial problems now, since it's her check that's taking it's sweet time getting to my bank (I have to mail my deposits), so we don't have enough money at the moment to give our new landlord both our deposit and our first month's rent.
Frustrated. Very stressed, and very frustrated.
