Thursday, Day 49

It's Barbara again.


I can only guess why Tom hasn't posted. He's tired.


He and Andy have probably been packing the van, and on Friday Tom has to drive into Manhattan. And he doesn't have me to entertain him while he drives.

Theresa and Miles flew to NYC and are already there. Andy has 15- to 18-hour shifts at the hospital. (I like to think that my future physician is learning how to doctor while exhausted and sleep deprived. Not.)

And then what happened? What a coincidinky! Tom called just as I finished this post. (It's actually Friday morning (8 a.m. PDT) and I've been in the dark about what has been going on.)

At 1 a.m. Friday morning, Cleveland time, Tom and Andy (after a mere 15-hour day) finished packing the truck, and Tom began his drive. (Say that again.) Tom started driving to Manhattan at 1:15 a.m. in order to meet the movers at 10 a.m. in Manhattan.

He made it successfully. (Without my nagging ... I mean, help.) Theresa and her brother, Peter, were there to greet him. Yay! And the movers showed up on time. Double-yay! He called as the movers were emptying the truck. A police car didn't even stop to ticket the double parking. Now all Tom has to do is stay awake long enough to deliver the truck to its final resting place.

A quick nap. A longer snooze on the train back to Cleveland. A last day spent with Andy (if he's awake). Then home again on Monday. Jiggety-jog.