Okay. So. This is the point in the move where I get completely nonfunctional, due to the blend of
a) unexpected stuff (Elayna-wise)
b) emotional impact of leaving a place I've spent five years in a love-hate relationship with
c) staring down the clock
and, new for this move, my physical brokenness.
Everything will get done. I know it will - I can actually look around me and see progress and know that things can be accomplished by deadline (though unexpectedly losing an entire day, like I did today, is impact-y).
But it's at the cost of my sanity. Temporarily, at least. I can't concentrate on anything, and I feel ready to snap.
So be gentle with the Shadesong, please. At times I will need cuddling. At times I will need to be left entirely alone.
...I can't think to finish this post.
A week from right now, I'll be in a U-Haul, probably somewhere around North Carolina.