I got up a few minutes after eight this morning to find that my husband and my daughter and her husband had just left for a Waffle House breakfast before starting the great unloading.
Maurice is sharing my breakfast. I let her lick the yogurt cup when I was done.
No damn fried eggs and bacon and hash browns for me.
Again I say, Harumph.
It sure was wonderful having them get here last night. They were flat-out exhausted and I fed them their dinner and they went to bed.
Guess I'll put on my overalls and head into town, carry some lamps and stuff.
A new chapter begins.