All will be well. I have already packed the non-cold food and now I need to pack my clothes (overalls, tank tops, no bras) and my pillows and my meds and my books and also the ice chest stuff and my toothbrush and so forth and we'll load everything up into the truck and onto the boat and we'll drive down to Lanark Village where we put the boat in and take everything in the truck and put it in the boat and take that across the bay to the island and dock the boat and haul everything out of the boat and onto the old vehicle we have parked there in the parking lot of rusting-out old vehicles and drive to the house and go up the creaky dangerous stairs and open up the house which has shag carpet and which smells like a wooden house that has been baking in the sun for eons and also sulfur water and haul everything up those creaky dangerous stairs and hopefully, there hasn't been a huge power outage rendering everything in the refrigerator gross and stinky and gone, gone, gone and put things away.
I am thinking I am too anxious to go and then I think of how bad it was yesterday and yet I took a walk, voted, took care of my chickens, went to town, did the shopping, went by the library, stopped and saw my daughter and Maggie and Gibson and came home and unloaded everything and picked greens for the trip and did so much laundry and made a supper and posted two blog posts and did the basic household chores and I survived all of that and I am so much stronger than I know. I am not crying today, not yet, and if I do, that will be okay too.
I need to get busy.
I'll post from the island if my cellular data thing works on my iPad. Or phone.