Tomorrow, due to an ill-timed mandatory California business trip on the part of traca de broon's employer, the two dogs and I are embarking on our move to Haarlem, The Netherlands -- alone, to be followed by Ms. de broon two weeks later.
Our bare house is there, ready to move in, though it will be "several weeks" before our furniture, etc. is released from Customs. The money for the mortgage has been transferred, I think (have not heard back from the bank). The dogs have had certain shots and have certain certificates filled out. I am mostly packed, I think. Nearly a year of stress and uncertainty is finally lurching toward a spectacular, frothing crescendo. What could possibly go wrong?