Long-time reader "Dad" is right. I'll celebrate the good and there's been much of it.
I have a friend who is letting me use her garage for storage over a couple of weeks. So that's checked off the list I've been using as a coping mechanism.
Another friend gave me the name of movers who have been a pleasure to deal with. Check.
I'm booked at the Steakhouse Lodge starting Sunday night, the end of my moving day, for a couple weeks until I get into my new place. Check.
And a new place. Check.
A couple drinks each night. Check.
Friendship, support and the occasional sarcastic joke at my expense. Check, check, check.
I've often told my reporters that when covering long-term stories, sometimes you advance the story a mile and sometimes you advance it an inch. But you still advance.
In life, I keep moving forward -- like a shark. Keep moving and often I'll move forward an inch and in other cases it's more like a broad jump. And I mean a broad jump from when I was young and lithe. Not now. (There's an old joke from Louie Anderson. He was talking about his competition in the Olympics. "Pole Vault? Drove that sucker into the ground. Broad jump? Killed her.")
There's also the old Chinese proverb: How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.
Peace and elephant sandwiches unto all of you my brothers and sisters.