~Yesterday was a minimal day, though I did get to bust my hump moving the couch to the new place. Otherwise, I did washing and bagging of clothes and towels for moving today. We didn't make the storage run because of scheduling issues. That will happen today however.

I got to sleep more, too, though that seems to have served to free up my sadness over all of this. I suppose the proximity of the final move is also doing such.

I was in the kitchen at some point and realized we'll never cook another meal in there. And Le-Le told me she fed Momma Cat last night, saying “eat up because well be gone in a few days.” That's gotten me crying. For all it's legal and structural problems, this place has been our home for five and half years and it was a safe haven for much of that time.

Being wrenched out of here like this has been brutal. I fucking hate that stupid arrogant cunt, Bette Fucking Goldenring, and I want to hurt her. Not do some postal shit which would just make her a fucking martyr, but publicly expose her for the hypocrite that she is because fuckers like her value 'looking good' over all other things in the world, even their own families.

*sigh*

I'll be okay in a while once I start doing what we need to do. That'll shift my focus and energy....