Take flight, satellite, and drift into space

Exhausting week, with Jay's surgery and his recovery.  I've spent as much time at his side as I could, and he's doing really well.  It's sad to say that he's a professional surgery patient, but his attitude toward his recovery and his knowledge of the processes both before and after surgery make that an accurate statement.

As for me, I'm on the verge of having my things back again.  Tomorrow is moving day.  I feel like I have Schrodinger's belongings.  My POD is parked in the driveway of the new house, but I have no idea what survived the trip and what got broken.

At this point, most of what's in there I could live without, especially the stuff in boxes.  As long as I have my bed, dresser, sofa, and dining table, my essential kitchen stuff, my clothes, and my meditation cushions, I think I would be OK.  Oh and some of my art, like my poppets, my crow art, and my family photos.

Reality will collapse into some determination about the contents of the POD tomorrow afternoon.  Wish me luck.