Dickens Would Understand

This week has been such an emotional roller coaster. Charles Dickens really nailed it with that whole "Best of times, worst of times" quote. From trying to nurse a beloved cat back from going towards the light to a daughter landing a flip she's been working on for a year there hasn't been time for "usual" is all the tips or the pits.

And still time moves forward.

The movers come in 2 days. Gulp! I am so behind. I haven't packaged all the stuff in zip-locks, I haven't rewashed everything, and I haven't emptied the water bed or sorted the books.

I did however get the cat to perk up enough to want to eat a few bites and I did get the car in for a battery and oil change. So at least I can pull the car out of the garage for the packers.

Funny story about the oil.

When I got to WalMart I had to sign a waiver before they would change it. Apparently it was so low it didn't register on the dipstick.

Where did the oil go?

The car has been parked in the garage for 5 months. I'll admit one time I backed it out unto the drive way for 30 minutes. I swear that was the only time it left the garage.

No oil on the drive way, none in the garage. Did the oil gremlin come and suck it out? How the heck do you lose 4 quarts of oil? I am got VERY thankful I made it to WalMart and the car is still (HOPEFULLY!) OK.

Cat-alive.
Car-running.
House-disaster.

Well two out of three ain't bad. And who knows, maybe I'll get very motivated over the next two days.

Quit laughing, it could happen. Probably not, but if I guzzle enough Frappacino's you never know what could happen. And if the house doesn't get organized, well at least I'll have a nice buzz and won't care so much.