The Hour Before

Only three weeks until I move and I am excited. I know it because I cannot sleep. My head is full of thoughts and questions, plans and menus. Five of us will be moving furniture out to North Carolina. Once there we will have seven and two thirds people (counting Lennon and Chauncey.) All of us must have a place to sleep, towels to shower with and food to eat. And there must be some form of entertainment for these good people willing to go so far for me.

I have boxes stacked up to the ceiling in my kitchen and more to pack. Precious things must be double packed and placed in a safe place for transport. The truck is reserved, the trailer rented and everything should go like clockwork, which of course it probably won't.

Now my job is to let go of the need to obsess and let it all take its course. Dear God, pray for me now and the hour before my melt down.