We went most of the way up to Oxnard last night, but stayed in a motel instead of with Morgana and Brian because we left so late. Ken had spent the day helping a friend move, and it took longer than expected.

I saw our new house for only the second time this morning. Weird, huh? The seller, Donna, keeps buying little things for the house, like a proper doorbell casing (it’s gorgeous) and mail slot, and gifting them to us. She’s amazing. I hope we don’t disappoint her.

We booked a storage unit, and checked out a cat-boarding place and made a reservation there. “We don’t let the cats out, but someone comes in every day to pet them.” I like that.

So. Wednesday (eek!) the mover boys come and take everything away. We’ll go with them and assist, then we’ll all go to Cat’s storage unit in Ventura and the mover boys will bring her stuff down here. That night, one assumes we’ll be sleeping on an air mattress in an empty house. Thursday, we’ll have a cleaning crew come in, return the DVR, etc. Friday, we’ll drop the cats at the cattery and stay with Morgana & Brian.

We’ll sign paperwork on 7 September, and take possession of the house on 14 September. Homeless for about two and a half weeks. But most of that will be while we’re travelling.

I’ve tweaked something in my back (_after_ my final, exit appt. at the chiropractor’s). Ow ow ow.

I haven’t been getting any writing done, and I really, really need to.