Today we took care of more pre-move business–boring, mundane, but necessary. Then more packing of boxes. We’re in serious countdown mode.
It’s hard to get excited when I know my son is struggling with grief, sleep deprivation, depression, and sick kids who must be attended to, all while trying to earn a living to support everyone. What affects him affects me. I just hope I can be of some use or comfort when we get there.
On a cheerier note, here is “cookie porn”, by E. They have M&Ms. Deadly.