We're off to Phoenix tomorrow.
I came home, after running Yet Another Last Batch of Errands, to find my kitchen stuff piled everywhere, and the Brick on the floor, tools around him. Seems our furnace quit working -- which is critical when you're hitting below-freezing temperatures every day. He eventually figured out the problem. (That's why you marry engineers!) But it meant that we couldn't leave this morning, after all.
The sun is out. I hope it stays long enough to melt the water hose; I've got a pile of dishes to do. Still a couple of quilts to work on, but they can come with. We're getting better at this packing-up business; it will only take an hour or so to put items on the floor (or away), and block the cabinet doors. (The first time we didn't do this, we opened the trailer door to smashed dishes all over the floor. Stupid stupid stupid.) The Brick has the hard part, unhooking the electric and water lines, jacking up the legs and hooking the truck up to the fifth-wheel.
If you're doing some RVing, or living in one, like we are, you'll appreciate this:
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