It's the final countdown...

[wishing, hoping]

I feel like the walls are caving in. I feel claustrophobic. So much to do, so little time to do it.

Still no call from the landlord. The last message he left was for me to come and get the key from him, but I am not sure where to locate him. I have lots of people who want to help. I am very blessed with friends. But if I can't get in to the unit then it does me no good. Ugh.

I hate Tuesdays. I know tomorrow H will be back in full force. I am just dreading it. And I can't avoid him because I have so much stuff to cart. I can't reserve a truck until I have the key. It does me no good to load up a truck and have no key to get in.

I sound like a broken record. I'm tired and dreading this final weekend living with H. I am kind of sad and glad and mad all mixed into one.

I am also worried that if I forget anything then I will have forfeited any rights to it.

Trying to breathe.

WH