It is a cold, rainy day here. I have the furnace cranked up. This is better than 100* days. Mom and I are heading back East at the end of this week. Mom is already packed. I'm getting there. A neighbor is going to feed Bosley. I have a couple of cases of his food already here, and I got 7 gallons of filtered water from the water kiosk today. He should be good to go. I also have a newly opened box of litter for the fancy automatic litter box. I'm clearing and cleaning the motor home. Laundry was done yesterday, hand laundry is drying as I type. What few important or valuable (to me) things I have are being put into the storage unit while I'm gone.
The progress is that the car will be packed with 'good stuff' to take to younger cousins. A nice set of dishes that are too big to use in the RV, some of my smaller professional clothes, a few art supplies I'll never get around to using going to one of my cousins who is showing a lot of art talent. It is a start, and a cut deeper into my stuff in storage. A younger friend here asked why I'm spending so much time getting going through my stuff and getting rid of things rather than doing 'fun' stuff with my time. I guess the answer is that this is what I feel I need to do right now. A bunch of fancy skin care stuff I haven't used since I quit working hit the trash last week. Other expired things are following suit. It feels like progress.