stress

Everything that isn't necessary to our survival has officially been packed away and stored in the garage. Don said he's going to move our desks and computers downstairs today (and possibly some of the office supplies and shipping stuff for the business, etc.). He picked up a giant roll of black plastic yesterday, and is -- I think -- going to be stapling it up to protect the rooms we'll be living in from debris and to cover the windows so the neighbors don't get an eyeful.

I hope he remembers that he still needs to fix the leaking valve in the downstairs bathroom's water line, and test the shower down there. And clear out the attic. And build something to hold all of our clothes. And pull out the nails that are still in the wall studs downstairs. And move the bedroom stuff down. And make sure the Internet works.

I can't wait for this to be over.