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The drumbeat of the move is picking up pace.

The house is beginning to fill on a daily basis with various contractors for fixing up, real estate agenty-types, and stuff-moving types.

This all happens around the daily routines for the kids, the dogs, and I.

April is shaping up to be the first month where the wife is home more than she is away on business travel.

I feel like a psych ward patient, in my wheelchair, in the corner.

All metaphorically.

Except for the psych ward patient part.

I was at the gym, about to step off the elliptical machine, and looked out the windows toward the parking lot.

And was at that point seized by a panic attack.

Where was my daughter?

She had wanted to come to the gym with me, I remember putting her shoes on, and then I was at the gym on the machine.

I had no recollection of dropping her off at the child care center.

SHIT

Was she still in the car?  Or had I left her wandering the halls?

I set off at a quick pace trying to put a plan together.

Focus, man, focus.

Then clarity washed over my sweat-sheened face.

Oh yeah, she'd changed her mind as we were getting in the car, and had stayed home with my wife to watch Dora instead.

Ah, relief.

Then back at home later that night, watching a movie, I came upon a particularly boring stretch, and thought to myself, "Self, now would be a good time for a nip from those two fingers you poured yourself earlier."

Wild Turkey has gone upscale by the by.

They have a line called "Russell's Reserve" that is aged 10 years.

Fantastic.

Here's a link to a reivew:

Russell's Reserve Review

So I went about trying to find where I'd put the tumbler, in the dark.

I wasn't on the table next to the loveseat, it wasn't on the floor beside it.

Nuts, maybe I'd put in my lap under the blanket I had, or worse, in a fold on top of the blanket.

I've lost more wineglasses that way while watching movies in a darkened room.

I forget they're there and stand up, to hear a crystaline crash moments later.

I gently tug aside the blanket to look for the orphaned tumbler peeking around my legs.

No luck, so I put the blanket back down...

and notice that the tumbler, is in my left hand, now with only one finger or so left.

So, yeah, I feel as though I'm skipping grooves, several at a time, and am disoriented, more than usual.

But here are the things I did notice this week:

The wife bailed while running on a treadmill at the gym. 
Her knees now look like mine when I was 12 and first learning to skateboard.
The housing market locally has depreciated another 12%.
We'll be looking for slightly less expensive homes in Nashville than we were previously.