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.