Pretend it is Morning

I missed blogging this morning. Clearly ran out of time. Sweet Michael awoke with me when the alarm went off at 5:00AM and put on a pot of coffee. I was out the door by 5:30AM and at mom's by 6:00AM. Ouch!

We drove the 100 miles to her old house, washed all the tile floors and the kitchen and bathrooms before vacuuming everything including the garage. Mom was helping even after falling and breaking a rib a day ago. We packed everything up, said goodbye and locked it all up. A quick stop at the title company, a few signatures and it was no longer her home. Afterwards, we met some of her Bridge playing buddies for a sweet, simple yet touching goodbye lunch.

Then, 100 miles homeward, a call to Comcast to hook up her new modem (which I failed to do. Guy coming tomorrow), packed up the trunk with more donations to St. Vincent de Paul and headed home. Thankfully, Michael picked up some dinner and we arrived at the same time.

What a day. To say I am exhausted would be an understatement. 

Tomorrow is going to be even wilder. More about that in the morning!

Good night!