Actually what I hate is having my life upset.
Just when I get it to where I think I could live this way until I die, some SOB comes along and upsets my applecart.
So, I'm struggling.
We're making piles of stuff that will either sell at a yard sale or be donated to whomever will take it.
Or go into the dumpster.
My biggest worry right now is that we have given 30 or so days notice on this place and we still don't have a place to go.
I'm thinkin' of a cardboard box under a bridge.
And then how would I get those marvelous meals prepared by SWMBO?
She has reassured me this evening.
She said it will all be okay.
She said we will find a place.
Come to think of it, she has always found a place.
She's good that way.
Maybe I should stop worrying.
Or find a bigger cardboard box.