Jason arrived in California last night. He's staying in a barracks room (with TWO mini-fridges, people), but said he's going to buy a sleeping bag and camp out in our new place when our lease starts on April 1.
That's right, we got the townhouse I mentioned previously! I have to mail my signed lease papers tomorrow so Jason can get our keys next week.
For our move, I don't technically have to pack anything. All of it is taken care of by the military movers. Unfortunately, we have so much clutter that I have to at least find a drawer or shelf for things so there aren't random pieces of junk sitting around everywhere. I've been Freecycling like crazy, so that has helped some. Unfortunately most of this crap is mine, so I can't blame it on Jason. Men don't really have knick-knacks. I have more than I know what to do with. I'll do some more culling over the weekend, but time is running out.
Moving on, I've been meaning to report some good news about Jasper: a couple of weeks ago we had his blood sugar levels tested, and his diabetes is finally under control. The cross-country drive and new home are probably going to throw him all out of whack, but at least we've found a kind of insulin that works for him.
I'll have to keep working on the tooth-brushing.