We managed to do it – we got up and got going, and got everything ready for the movers tomorrow. As I've mentioned repeatedly, this isn't the complete move, it's all the big stuff that I just don't want to manage at my age. Heavy lifting is not of interest. So tomorrow AM 3 guys and a truck will arrive, load beds, furniture, lamps and all the stuff that'd be a pain to manage solo. I'm not expecting it to take long, depending on the truck size and creative placement it might be one trip, it might be two. But once it's done we will have flipped the dynamic and Pano will be "home" while Matson goes into purge and clean mode. Deja Vu. It's bittersweet and frankly incomprehensible to put into true context. This is huge. It's a massive transition for myself, for Jen and I, for Lauren and Tommy, shit even for the damned dogs. It's another closure leading to adventures yet to come. How many more lie ahead? How smooth or bumpy will the next 12 months be after the prior? I am still coming to terms with so much of the path behind us, including the costs. We three went to Texas de Brazil for dinner. All the way to Concord. I wanted Jen to experience it and she enjoyed it as did Lauren of course, and I. We took a 2017 Tra Vigne Cab Franc and lingered and enjoyed a good meal. Tommy called and checked in on our way home and sounded a bit homesick. We stopped to check out Eataly so Jen could try their awesome gelato. I'm beat. It's been a long day and tomorrow will be a continuation.