That's how long we have left until our moving day.
It will be our 20th move since we've been married.
This should be an easier one as it's only across town.
The last one, three years ago, was from Phoenix, over 100 miles away.
This one will only cover a little over 9 miles.
SWMBO has been packing boxes for weeks and we live among them and empty cupboards for these last few days.
It's a thankless task and, at our ages, sheer drudgery.
Oh, hell, who am I kidding?
It's always been a pain in the . . . . neck.
But it has to be done and so we shall clamber through it.
The only one really worried anymore is Blackwell.
When he's not climbing into yet another empty box he walks around and observes the hurly burly with this haunted look on his face.
"You promise you won't forget to take me along?"
We promise, big boy.
