This is my 801st blog post. I forgot to post something cool for #800. Someone remind me to muster up some fanfare for #1,000, m'kay?
This is my last weekend in my house. I sat out on my deck, looking at the bumper crop of cherries on our cherry trees and the grapevines loaded with little grapes-to-be, and cried about that earlier today, before I was even drunk.
To sum up where we are with the move: we are not packed, we have no boxes, my daughter and her two year old arrive for an extended visit tomorrow, and Tim has left to go to the coast for the weekend.
So, yeah, fucking awesome over here.