Strider has taken the next 2 days off, firstly because we all thought I'd be going home after the news we were supposed to get Friday. But who knows, maybe this will turn out anyway and I'll be going back today or tomorrow...
Meanwhile, I'm making a shopping list for my aide. All but my teas and herbs and an unopened Fluff were thrown out and redistributed after the flood so everything has to be replaced. Everything. Even the Marmite. I have no problems getting all new stuff. But my poor aide has had to go through one move and shopping already this year. I feel bad making her go through it all twice inside of 6 months.
And of course nothing is organized for moving back in. Except I have a couple of friends back in Bratt who are on standby waiting to help (Paul, Plague and Joe) and I'm sure more will be, given enough notice. At least it won't be an out-of-one-place-and-into-another deal. The pod will be there, practically at the end of the walkway, and the fragiles and assorted things here, at Joe's, at Plague's and at Aunt Nancy's Ashram will need to be brought back to Hobbiton.
I make lists. It gives me a semblance of being on top of things. And then when real time comes, little of it matters. Things have a way of working out, whatever our plans may be. Not the way we expect, sometimes better, sometimes worse. But they work out.
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