The windows are dark
This has turned out to be a very long day. Too much to do, on someone else’s timetable. Now to ignore the myriad ache points and try something civilized: sleeping.
Not in my usual bed. That’s gone. Right now, we’re three plus the dog in a chilly room in Rivière-du-Loup, hoping said dog will take example from the exhausted humans in his pack. So, let’s recap.
You can endure a freeform warehouse existence for a limited amount of time, and after a packing effort that started back in early October we were ready for a huge truck to arrive in the street. The crew started loading shortly after 09h00, and they pulled away around 16h00. A long enough day. We still had to make an effort to leave as little trace of three decades behind as possible.
During the day, there were logic puzzle, and physical effort. Very little food, beyond a sketchy salad at St-Hubert. Some caffeine to supplement nervous energy. The satisfaction in watching a steady stream of my belongings disappear into the interior of an anonymous trailer, where the driver/loadmaster performed great feats of arranging piles. Yes, Tetris is good training.
We didn’t want the day to continue into night. I’ll choose another, more novel floor for camping. Tonight, we opted for other accommodations, after emptying our fridge and preparing appliances for their next home. Throw in gassing up the car and refilling my eye drop list, and we were up to 21h00 before leaving. A last wave, to darkened windows. That’s how you cut the strings.
