The weekend was a disaster. Lots of packing but no moving; neither of my weekend helpers were able to help. Lots of emails and phone calls but nothing sold. No one from the Women's Center called or showed up to take stuff. The one important meeting to delegate a problem didn't happen. So much for best laid plans. Lots of time invested with little to show for it.

Plan B: board the cat for a week prepaid; move minimal business furniture, computers, and records to office; try to find last minute storage space; abandon much more than planned; hope furniture buyer shows up; more packing; and too much etcetera.

The foreclosure sale is tomorrow. What, me panic?

Hot dogs, cheese, and Diet Pepsi for breakfast at 0530.

It's a great day to be alive. I can't wait to see how all this plays out; it will be a funny story someday.