Here’s how it all worked out.
The new naturopath was yesterday and the meds are in hand today.
Also today was the one for retrieval of the trailer (they took three months to half-ass a proper electrical system, but they only charged me three hundred bucks). I got it home and dropped it in its slot and got to work on the truck–most of the paintwork is done.
Tomorrow thus becomes the one true day of the bedliner and the rack and the roof top tent …
And Sunday is the load-out, with a departure that night or more likely early Monday morning.
Theoretically that’s a night in situ before the interview Tuesday and then, either way, a new life begins.
I’m supposed to be documenting all of it you know, but this isn’t even belletrism, much less the path to being the Ytube millionaire.
It will have to do, and … it will. Perhaps even nicely.
The new cat’s name is Sybil it seems, maybe Cybelle. I’m tempted to snatch her up and take her with me, but I probably won’t, because that needs to be based on what’s best for her, and not what’s best for me.
I tell you though, she’s a heartbreaker.