I wonder if bachelors blog. I say this because I am living like one—in my big apartment with a sofa I sleep on, old food in the fridge, and a computer on the floor. It makes for difficult blogging!

I guess you don’t just eat pizza and chocolate for sadness. Sometimes you eat it after a great talk with your pastor and when you have not had a solid meal in days.

I am still hacking, and I hate it—but it is better. Darrell learned to pause between coughing spells as he shared. It was funny. But mostly it was good and I told him the whole story. I think that said a lot to him. He is a man and doesn’t express much like that but I think it had to mean a lot to him. I am glad I could tell him.

Tomorrow might be the day.

I leave in 9 days. That seems unbelievable—and officially I still don’t know where I am going.

My remaining time here is filled—work every day. Wednesday is church and Randy is helping me move more stuff to storage before church. Thursday Jenna is going to come help me. Friday is Terry. Saturday is maybe any last minute cleaning, but David might start moving in then. And I get my trailer hitch at noon. Sunday. Duh. Monday looks like Lisa, Nat and I are meeting for dinner. Tuesday is the only open day thus far—maybe Kerry? Wednesday church. Thursday I get the trailer and we load it and I park it at Darrell and Terry’s. Anyone who has been to Hoover HS knows you do NOT drive a car towing a trailer there. Some dorko put a large high school in a middle class neighborhood! Then Terry will drive me to Belma’s and someone will take me to work. Then I work Friday—Rae Etta will take me to Terry’s. If they are there I will say good bye. And then I will get out of LA before it gets dark—I am not looking forward to the towing part! Meanwhile I live on the floor, the couch, a guest house and two star hotels on either I-10 or I-40—that will likely depend on the weather. I want to go the northern route but with a trailer in winter that might not be smart. I can save it for when I drive back out. As much stuff as I still have I am afraid Thursday night we will be standing there and I will have to decide what to leave. But maybe Randy and Terry and whoever else can come will pack well.

In 6th period I have two girls I really like. They are eager to learn and very bright but also very outgoing and fun people. Today one of them said “Miss Tyrrell, I can’t believe you’re leaving—now that I finally got a good English teacher.” “Yeah! Really!” the other one echoed. It was nice to hear. The ones I thought I had somewhat connected with were sad. One almost cried. But it is not a big deal really. Still, I am glad in the end all my crankiness did not make me the wicked Susan of the West!