Manic Monday

The movers are en route. They said they’d be here somewhere between 8 a.m. and 10 a.m. today. Which means that I’m not really expecting them to show up until 8 p.m. this evening. Or maybe tomorrow. If we’re lucky.

We get on the road to Florida on Wednesday. Our entire lives have been reduced to 42 UHaul boxes. I’m too numb with all of the agony of packing to really care about the significance of the life change we’re undertaking. However, I’m pretty damn upbeat for a pissy curmudgeon like myself.

The cat isn’t doing so well. Poor thing senses our stress and is wandering the halls screaming like nobody’s business. I keep trying to snuggle him and dose him with flower essences – I feel like a disingenuous closet hippie who has resorted to last-ditch homeopathic measures. And, well, that’s exactly what I am. Walnut essence supposedly imparts a feeling of calm in the waves of change. I’ve been dosing myself as much as him. Frankly, I think the fact that the essence is suspended in brandy is far more effective than the essence itself.

We land in Florida on Saturday, three days after driving with the cat – who refuses to hold down any sort of sedative, from Dramamine to Benadryl – and will no doubt scream, cry and pee for 30 straight hours on the highway, in ten different states. Let me know if you hear us. I’ll be crying as loudly as he’s wailing.

Wish us luck, and catch you on the other side.

13 comments August 22nd, 2005