i'm writing this from the floor of my dirty but empty apartment. the only thing we have left are the cats and some cleaning supplies. the goal is to fit that into our rental car when we go and drive off into ... well, in this case, the sunrise.

we did manage to sell iris at the 9th hour (not quite 11th, but close) so that's a load off our backs. i feel bad letting her go, but ... no, no buts. i claim the right to be sad.

i did my final story time yesterday. i always end with "if you're happy and you know it" and the last verse is "if you're happy and you know it wave goodbye" and when all those beautiful children waved at me, i choked up. i'm getting sentimental in my old age (24! ha!)