Anybody know a good song to play while packing up your entire life (again). You'd think being military raised and gypsy born, I'd get used to this. There are boxes everywhere I look. Everything has to be carried down two flights of stairs and out front to a waiting U-Haul trailer so that it can be taken north to a trailer waiting in White Oak, TX (if the stairs don't do me in first). Sometimes I think it would be better to just start drooling and check myself into a state facility. Not really, I'm just tired. In the past there would have been Elijah to help me, but he's gone to live with his mother and a piece of my heart is permanently broken. Couldn't be helped, that's just the way it is. Myriume, can I borrow your inconsequential vent, or at least join you in it? I'm sure we've all been in this place. It's the downside of moving. The upside is a new place, a new life, a new chance to change for the better. I'm so glad that location moving doesn't remove me from you guys. Blessings on all, Connie





