Empty House

Last night, partly because I was thinking about the next few days and months, and partly because I was laying on our hardwood floors, I couldn't sleep. We have an empty house now. All that's left are a couple blankets, a packed suitcase, and some cleaning supplies. We'll get started on that shortly after our last Sunday breakfast with our neighborhood.

The movers came this afternoon. We woke up to Lita threatening to eat the man, one of our movers, on the front porch. Three well-built men hauled our stuff out and into the truck in under three hours. Apparently, one of them had gorgeous blue eyes. Kristina went on and on about how hot he was. So, rightfully, I doused her with the glass of water I was drinking. Of course, she returned the favor. And when the gorgeous, blue-eyed, well-built mover asked why my stomach and crotch were wet, I told him my wife threw water at me. He had a puzzled look on his face and I just left it at that. I'm pretty certain he left thinking Kristen was a raging devil of a wife. I'm ok with that.