Things are really coming together here as far as this move goes.

Stuff has been either packed, thrown away or given away.  Guilt hit me in a big way the other night. JD is getting rid of about 80-90% of his stuff in order to make this move happen smoothly.  That, combined with the good-natured ribbing his family has been doing, sent me into a full scale panic attack.

He's had two failed marriages, I've had one.  Odds aren't in our favor.  Yeah yeah, it's a shitty attitude to have going into this but I'll be damned if I can help it.  I'm a worrier. 

Or a realist.

I finally got it through my head that I'm not forcing JD to make this move.  I'm not handcuffing him and forcing him into the drive.  He's a big boy and made his own decision.  Therefore I should be feeling no guilt. 

Right? *whimper*

God, there's so much to write and not enough time to write about it.  I'm supposed to be breaking down the puter so that we can take the desk over to JD's sister's house, along with the kitchen table and chairs and assorted other things.

I'd better get busy.  The next time ya'll will here from me I'll be home.

Ahhh, home sweet home.  Boys and Jasper.