I had a title for this last night but have forgotten it over the course of the day. We are seven days from leaving Florida and 31 away from starting the PCT. April has been just as interesting as the other months as the countdown continues. The last time I kept track of days like this was when Caleb was coming home from a nine-month deployment.

We’ve been attempting to eat our fridge and cabinets bare as our friends can only take so many almonds (that Caleb got while he was making us milk and almond flour). We celebrated a birthday or two and joined in on the christening and maiden voyage of the Kraken Snack. We set up our storage unit and had two friends, with their truck, help us move more than the heavy stuff, which saved us a few trips.

The internet company wanted me on a new cell plan so I could stay connected on the trail. I told them absolutely not. The energy company was easy, and only now, literally, today, am I dealing with my 60-day notice to vacate my apartment (where subletting is not allowed). They also wanted to charge me $50 for a lapse in insurance coverage but never asked about a copy of the renewal that I didn’t think about.

Caleb’s double wrist surgery went well, better than expected, as he was able to move his fingers that day. I helped him take the tight bandages off a few hours earlier than recommended as he was doing a great job of keeping his hands elevated, but the wrapping was pushing on the swelling. I thought there would be one stitch, but there are five in each hand, and one side looks more put together than the other. We got a letter in the mail the same day we got his Ibuprofen telling us to throw the pills away due to possible bacterial contamination.

Our schedule was going as planned, and luckily, our trip to a friend’s pool and my later visit to urgent care didn’t disrupt our move. I got bit by a small thing with wings (deer fly, death moth, murder hornet), and it caused me to cuss, so I figured there would be a quarter-size welt later. I did not expect to lose sight of my red and warm ankle and the definition of my small toes on my right foot. I got bit by something else on my left foot without  as much edema. The bite site seemed to change color, so antihistamines and antibiotics were to the rescue.

I know there was more to write, but our families have had their timing right recently when calling to check in or update us about something. We had to switch two boxes around because while I was on the phone, I wrote the wrong address on a resupply box. Caleb is on the phone with his sister now dealing with their dad, who burned his new stove and its surroundings. I get started on one project and am easily distracted by another, but things are getting done.