From my POV, in reading your post about packing and divvying up stuff, the frantic pace in that aspect is a form of trying to regain some resemblance of control of your surroundings since you've had the rug jerked out from under you and perhaps avoiding the mini-tsunamis that are hitting you in rapid succession.
My gosh...RL friends and family are a godsend! I'm glad that they're coming down as a good distraction for you.
Yea...LIMO with the whole works!!! Got a wet bar somewhere in there, RT?! If yes, then I'd probably shove you over and help myself to some real smooth amaretto.
