Yeah. Locked in the bedroom with the child and the dogs, because there are strange people in my house, again. Only this time I'm doing it drug-free, so it's a toss-up as to whether J.T. the poodle or myself is the more upset. I'm thinking me. He's barking and pacing more, though, so I dunno. Anyway, just wanted to check in with a status report. The movers are bringing in the big heavy stuff now, and since I can't bear the stomping about of strangers, no matter how nice, all over my house, I'm hiding like a headcase...which I am. When they're done, we'll go back to the other place and see if the dumpster has been delivered, and start cleaning...in preparation for the cleaning lady who's coming tomorrow, and to whom I will be apologizing profusely every 15 minutes or so. Because I hired her to clean, and empty houses are her specialty, but I just feel bad that it's my mess, you know? Yeah. Sure you do.
More later. Agent Fruitcake, Out.