One week left

So, I really am moving to SLC.  I'm not going to go into the various arguments I've come up with as to why that is not an insane thing to do.  It's not, really.  Everyone is leaving San Francisco anyway.  No one here has any money, and San Francisco is depressing when you don't have money, or even when you do have money but no one you know has any money so you have to feel guilty when you consider buying a $75 purse made from organic cotton (i didn't buy it, by the way, but only because I somehow convinced myself that I could make one for about$1.50, which I maybe could if I cared to learn to use my sewing machine, but I don't really).  I am, of course, sad about leaving the friends I have here in SF, but I'm always sad about something.  If SLC is a disaster, I think it will at least be an interesting disaster.  

Mum is arriving shortly to assist with packing and driving the Uhaul.  And this evening we are hosting Wendy's birthday whatnot here at the apt.  Tomorrow I guess packing begins in earnest. I am trying not to be too melancholy about leaving.  Mostly I am happy, but if I sit still for very long, I do have a slight feeling of impending doom.  I think that is normal though.  Georgia, of course, has no idea.  She is snoring peacefully and making little gurgley noises.  She will miss the chicken bones, but she'll be gaining a yard, and yards are nice things to have.