MJ and I spent the day with the packers at Judy’s house. All in preparation for the moving van coming tomorrow. MJ was packing t-shirts, and we were tickled by the spectrum of color hanging in Judy’s closet.
When I wasn’t sealing and registering boxes, I was off to pick up dry cleaning and chasing off to El Dorado Hills for mattress pads. Even with our help, the task of packing up the house was overwhelming. The packers will box up anything that does not move and load it on the truck for San Diego, and Judy can sort it out later.
A Year at the Snake 