No, sorry, not another football post. The time is fast approaching when we get possession of the new house. Friday at noon - slightly less than 3 days from now. Last night, we packed up some of the kitchen — stuff that wasn’t likely to see service in the next week or so. It’s tough to move. Stressful, tiring, all of that stuff. This is the first time that I think I’m going to really miss the old place though. As an adult anyway — I missed Togo when we moved away from there too, I suppose. Moving out of Mom and Dad’s was a gradual thing, moving out of the apartment was a happy thing, because we were going to a nicer place, nicer neighbourhood, less rent. Moving out of that basement suite was exciting, because we were buying our first house. This move is a little different somehow. We’ve been in this house for a long time, so we’ve made some memories there. I suspect William is going to have some troubles adjusting for a bit too. We’ll see though.

After doing the packing, I kind of just crashed on the couch, and slept until Erin forced me to get up and go to bed. I think the last couple of months of going to bed too late, and getting up too early finally caught up to me. That, and the cold that I seem to have picked up. I think tonight will probably look a lot like last night - pack some, then collapse somewhere and fall asleep.

William helped pack too, which was kind of fun. He really just liked putting newspaper into the box, and seemed a little bothered by the fact that we were putting things from the cupboard into the box - he kept wanting us to put stuff “away” instead. The next week should be an interesting one.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Oh I go in and out of comas all the time…zzzzz…French toast, please.” - Grandpa Simpson