I have packed everything for the my move south. For the plane, I have two large suitcases, John’s ashes and a carry-on bag ready. I can still load in a little last minute stuff in one of the suitcases but I’m done for now.

I do have a major concern about the moving van. The van company had promised to call me before noon Friday, then it was Saturday, and then I was promised it would be Sunday but it didn’t happen. They are supposed to be coming either Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday to pick up my load. Obviously there’s still time, but I don’t like having them tell me on Saturday that they’ll definitely call by noon on Sunday and then they don’t. (And in fact they were supposed to call by noon on Friday, then Saturday, and their Sunday deadline.)

I get on the plane Monday, the 23rd. That doesn’t give me a lot of leeway. I am certain my transportation to the airport will come. I’m sure of my ride from Tampa International to my condo. I don’t want to worry about a moving van arriving within what is becoming a narrow window.

I don’t know what I’ll do if the van doesn’t come by mid-week. I can’t just hang around. (I have a contract with the estate folks that says I won’t be in the house after Monday, the 23rd.)

I could probably squeeze a little more into my suitcases, and in fact, I told the van company that I’d have four bags, but I only have three so I’m in great shape.

I will be outta here in seven days plus a few hours.

I do have something important to report. I got a cash offer on the house. I’m a little disappointed that it isn’t more but it’ll do. I guess I’m lucky to unload it so quickly. If they agree to my “final offer,” I’ll take the money and head south.