Good God it's Hot, or, Counting the Days!

Update on the Deadbeat Mom story - she actually came to the house and paid the Perfect Child in person.  Of course, she stayed on the phone all the time,I'm sure so she wouldn't have to talk to anyone or make eye contact.  I'm sure the phone call was not even real.  But, the Perfect Child has her money, and that's what matters!

Now, where was I?  Oh yeah.  My brain is fried.  I could say it's fried from the packing, the getting ready to move, finishing up at work.  But no, the reason my brain is fried is because it is NINETY-NINE FREAKING DEGREES.  Humidity is hovering between 50 and 70 percent, and I am just miserable.  I'm counting the days until I leave this horrifying weather behind.  I have always been a bit heat sensitive, but the older I get, the worse it is.  It doesn't help that I can have a hot flash for no good reason to begin with, but throw in heat and humidity and I'm a goner.  Two showers a day seems to be the norm right now.  We spent twenty minutes outside this morning helping someone load our freezer onto their truck, and came in feeling like a rung-out washrag.  

I'm disappointed that our last weekend in St. Louis is unfortunately going to be typical weather-wise. A nice cool weekend would have been too much to ask for, I suppose.  We wanted to do a few things before we left, like visit Grant's Farm or the Zoo, but it's just too hot to do that.  I really can't afford to get sick at this point.

We are picking up the moving truck on Tuesday, and loading it with help from my brother and sister-in-law.  I hope everything fits.  This is my current fear.  We have so much stuff, despite the fact that we've gotten rid of most of our furniture, I'm worried stuff won't fit in the 24-foot truck we are renting.  And then what?  Too late to get rid of anything left. 

Then comes the drive, which will take two days.  Klown and Neuroticat will leave early in the morning with the truck, the girls and I will follow in the cars with BabyCat as soon as my landlady takes a last look at the house.  We are praying for a cloudy drive.  And calm cats.  We're probably not going to get either one of those.

In the time between now and Wednesday I have to get utilities turned on in our new place, do our change of address, get a hair cut, get my nails done, finish packing, try to cook and eat up all the food in the freezer, finish trim-painting the family room, etc. etc, etc,  There is still so much to do.  

I need a magic wand.