I have been working non-stop today cleaning the house in preparation for the real estate stager. I took a shower and am beat. She comes in about an hour. To avoid making more mess in the kitchen, I just bought some sandwiches for both lunch and dinner. I know I won't want to cook afterwards. I picked up several winter coats I sent to the dry cleaners. The price was astronomical, but at least they're clean. They are probably among the only ones we'll take with us.

Gotta confess that the stress of this all is starting to have effects on me. Fatigue, extra clumsiness, skin issues, but oddly not yet any mood problems. Not yet. I'm afraid that as my trip draws near the blank may start hitting the fan. I must slow down a bit and breathe. The most imminent stressor is ensuring that we get covid-19 results in fewer than 72 hours of when we fly out. This is not so very easy. You'd think that with other world travelers in this country that there would be some test results (even if for more money) that could be expedited. Also, we've had certain flights changed as many as three times. And different legs of the trip. The itinerary is constantly changing.

A real positive about all of the above is that my husband has finally started compromising on some things, and listening to suggestions. Little stuff and big stuff.