So this time tomorrow...
There's still enough things left to do that I should not really be blogging right now, dishes to be washed and clothes to be folded and packed, bags of rubbish to be squirreled into neighbours' bins and a pile of things I'd totally planned on scanning before tomorrow.
But I am so terribly tired and excited and honestly sick to death of packing and sorting piles and keeping mental lists of many and yet insignificant details.
Tomorrow will be a very big day that will begin very very early (the tenants' plane arrives at 4.45am - never before have I wished I lived further from the airport...) and no doubt will end very very late.
Everything is very still and quiet and poised. Not long now at all.