Report from the home front

They are wrapping and loading.  Kitchen is disappearing.  Living room is disappearing.  Phone is dead.  We had a glitch on the internet, but then it came back.  I am ready with the Nexus if it gets turned off.

Shelves are being disassembled, but not the desk yet. . . 

 

It almost sounds as if my dearest is about to disappear into a black hole. I lost count of how many people were in there wrapping and carrying. I hope he doesn't sit still for too long, he might get swept up in the chaos and lodged in the shipping container for the next eight weeks.