I spent yesterday at the lil townhouse supervising the GOT JUNK team emptying the last of the clutter / junk. Who knew something as easy as watching someone else work could be so exhausting. Mind you - the franchise I got was a whole lot less than professional - in fact they were completely irritating to be honest. (Head office has heard from me - and responded)
But then it has been an exhausting 5 days or so.
I have one more major event on the "Moving Agenda" - Friday signing the final papers. Last night just the thought of having to find my way to the notary's office (here only the buyer gets a notary - and they get to select him/her) had me shaking in my boots. It just seemed all too much. Guess who came riding in to rescue me?? W of course!! He is gonna drive down, pick me up and take me! I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Through all of this stress of moving I kept thinking come June I can coast till retirement. I miscalculated a wee bit. I don't get the cheque for the sale until June 5th - sooooooooo from June 5th to retirement I can coast........ it's all downhill from there!!