Failure To Launch

I'm home. With Dad and Mom. Again.

The move went, um, swell. We loaded up the moving truck in 33 degree weather, with slight showers. Not too bad, but not fun either. At least we could go back inside to warm up.

But the unloading of my stuff into the storage shed. That's another matter.

By the time we get to the storage shed, the rain has significantly increased. By the time we park the truck, it's turned to freezing rain. By the time we actually start unloading my stuff, it's a full-blown winter wonderland of snow. I had about a 1/2 inch of snow piled up on my furniture by the end of the adventure.

You'd have thought that we lived in North Dakota or something. Nope, it's just North Texas in February. What happened to this "global warming" anyway?

So Chief Pounds on Toes and I were dressed in our winter garb, which made the moving experience a little interesting.

Now I have moved under the following conditions: a snow storm with temps in the upper 20's, pouring rain and 40 degrees, and blazing hot in 100+ degree heat and 1000% humidity. An unholy trifecta of moving conditions.

Thanks to Dr. Toes for helping me. What an adventure. At least we have a cool story to tell.

My dogs don't know what in the heck to think about all of this moving stuff. They are a bit confused, since they've moved with me 4 times in the last 16 months. And then we get to move again in a few more weeks to months. Joy.

I'm gonna get back to work now. Gotta save the dogs of the greater Fort Worth area.

Gonna kick it now.

Keep on keepin' on.