It's offical.

I have weirder dreams than everyone else. The other night, I dreamed I was celery.

So here's the plan.

I leave a week from Sunday. Gah, so soon. *makes sad, wibbly face* Tomorrow, I mail my five boxes of stuff to my aunt's house. My God, five boxes. Why the hell do I own so much stuff? Admittedly, one is my computer, so it shouldn't really count. And I have to call the UPS place to find out how to get there, because with the bridge collapse, the road I would otherwise take no longer goes there.

I got a bigger crate to stick the cat in, since the one I owned was fine for a ten minute drive to the vet's, but not so good for a three day drive. And I have drugs with which to make her sleepy and compliant. Provided, of course, I'm able to get them into her. We'll see.

I have my trip planned out, and idea of what motels will take pets and a car that's ready to go.

It's all rather terrifying.