Sigh.
Driving to South Carolina on Friday to help move my father and step-mother.
They've been together for eleven years and I hardly remember five of them.
I'm not going to drink any caffeine this week and then punish my poor body like never before on Thursday night in attempt to get as much of the driving out of the way as possible. The plan? Work my 1:30 p.m. to close shift, get picked up by Sayer, drive to Marshfield, pack up and get through New York before any type of traffic hits. That would be lovely.
This will also be the most amount of time I've spent with my brother in most likely close to a year. Maybe more.
Recurring theme: I don't remember.
I've got so much to say; I simply can't remember.
