Praise God!
Also, he pooped. We explained to him that this is one of the very few instances in his life where this is cause for celebration. It means that his bowels are working, and he should be allowed to eat very soon. The sooner he eats, the sooner he comes home. And I am dancing on the walls.
In an effort to avoid epic rain, I timed our move on Saturday like clockwork. I was to pick up the U-haul and drive it to the apartment. Then, Adam and our moving buddies were going to fill the truck while I drove to the storage facility and signed the lease for the unit. Then we all were going to the storage facility to unload some, Mom's to unload the rest, and then order pizza.
It went without a single thing going wrong, despite my expectations to the contrary.
Also, it never rained: all that effort and not a single drop until an hour after we finished. While I don't necessarily believe that God halted a tropical storm just for my benefit, it certainly feels that way. Sunday got the weather that Saturday was supposed to have: epic rain, flooding, gusts of 30 mph. I was a fool to think that I could have moved in such weather, but the Lord spared me.
I feel like my cat, Bagheera, whenever some bigger cat or other scary thing would threaten him. We would come out and shoo the bigger cat away from him, and Bagheera would trail behind us with his hair standing up. Then, once danger was certainly past, he would run out in front of us as if he had been the one to scare it away, as if to say, "Yeah, take that! And don't you come back!" Well, take that, Tropical Storm Debby. You are no match for my Master.
On a side not, U-haul trucks are extremely fun to drive.
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