Wherever that is. Meaning I've moved somewhat into my folks house, but everything else is in boxes in storage -- except the stuff I still need to PUT into boxes, and get moved by Wednesday. I'm tired just thinking about it.
I moved the cats today. Chloe got so upset in the car she peed all over Cai. So they had to get baths. And Cai objected to his. So he clawed the heck out of my arm. At one point I had a 15 pound cat hanging by his teeth from my left wrist. I said things in front of my mother and sister that I don't think they knew I could say. Two words. Sounds like "ducking smell." If ever there was a time to use those words in conjunction, I think that was it. My arm is swathed in bandages. Chloe was way easier. I'm not speaking to Cai.
On the plane from O.C. to Seattle, I was stuck two rows ahead of a several family conglomeration of small children, all wearing commemerative mouse ears, watching Dora the Explorer. Some parent had the brilliant idea to seat them all together, and the combination of DVD and kid noises was a mind numbing cacophany. Especially when you add the two infants who screamed from takeoff to landing. The flight itself was fine. And I got to eat at Ivars in the airport while re-reading Memoirs of a Geisha.
Tomorrow I teach and move and that's about it.