It is really happening

We are back home now. The packers came on Monday. Too much work for me. The packers showed up and worked faster than I could get through things. Every single thing had to have a decision - sea or store. That is what they would ask me. At the end of the day, my brain would not function anymore. Paul wanted a beer, so we went to the neighborhood bar and we were the only ones in there at that time of the day. Crawfish were boiling outside.... mmmm mmmm ... it was tempting to stay but I was just simply too tired.