Wednesday stressing premove randomocity

So, I'm getting stuff ready for the big move.

Yes, it's stressful. I haven't moved in a long time and I've accumulated a lot of stuff. A surprisingly large amount of it is being tossed.

I have a new address, new phone number, and I'm working on getting my cable service moved, so that's out of the way. I spent an awful lot of money today on other things, today, like new mattresses, new phones, and some other stuff. Most of it will remain in the boxes it came in until I'm in the new place. I will be using the new mattresses, though--the ones I've been using are shot all to hell.

I actually find myself looking forward to it, in a way. Mostly looking forward to being done with it.

I still miss Atari. I dreamt about him last night. I still miss him, especially early in the mornings and in the early evenings, when we usually went for our walks. Last night I dozed off on the couch and I could swear for a moment he was standing there next to me, like he used to do when he wanted me to take him outside. I got his ashes from Banfield and they are on the dresser near his usual spot in the bedroom, where he spent most of his time. I reach up and touch the box when I'm back there, and talk to him like I used to. Maybe it's silly but it helps.

I just need to keep moving, keep that forward momentum, as hard as it is. One day, one day, the pain will fade, and I can remember the good things without the pain of the loss rushing back.

Sorry. I promised myself I would shut up about this, but I just can't. I do apologize. I know you understand.