I play this funny game with myself: when I’m anticipating something, I’ll count ahead and see how far away it is. In the case of moving, it’s three days. That doesn’t really mean much, since we all know how time isn’t static. It flies, it drags, it skips a beat. So, to give myself some perspective, I say to myself (sometimes outloud, like I did last night in bed), “So, three days ahead. What was I doing three days ago? Let’s see…” Then I get a better sense of the unit of measure. In this case, three days ago it was Monday morning.

Then I say “Oooh, that just happened!” and realize that moving Sunday morning will be happening in no time. Andreas leaves LA tonight to drive up.