I have no idea what box I put the insuline needles in. I was going to write it down and then.... ahrg.

Haven't figured out about the balcony. Haven't touched it but to throw trash out on it. That may be me on Sunday.

I found the needles. They were in Mister Kitty's to-go bag.

If you have any boxes, you can just let the movers put the stuff on the balcony in them tomorrow - otherwise leave it.

So tomorrow morning, you have to wrangle the cats, then watch the movers load out and then get over to the house and get the cats sequestered before things move in, right?

I have to wait for the movers to arrive, haul the cats over (they really cannot be here while the movers are) haul ass back to the apt to supervise the rest (it will take me ~1 hour to do that, it'll be curious to see what happens in an hour) haul back over to house to supervise unloading.

somehow , sara it always works. Our last move was the worst move -- and I didn't figure out why until a year later -- I packed up a four bedroom house - except for the computer stuff and the final kitchen stuff - myself. DH was there the day of the move ( the day I worked) -- but I did most of it -- then spent the next week getting odds and ends out of the old place . then he went to Vanuatu for a couple of weeks. me and the cats and the boxes....

It does always work out in the end. And you still have your apartment until the end of the month?

Exciting!!

That's going to be me. Minus the 4 bedrooms and the husband.

I've got it until the end of the lease unless they can rent it. Boo.

Hey, there's Stevens Johnson Syndrome on Private Practice! (As discussed here in recent days...)