What was that “CLUNK” in the middle of the night? I think it happed about a week ago and looking around the next morning I found my jar of dreams, excitement and adventure had fallen off the shelf and had been replaced by an ugly jug of reality. The enormity of what I’ve taken on finally set in I guess and I expect it will continue to happen from time to time, but I always say life is like a rack of clothes, you try on something and if it looks good on you and feels like it fits – wear it.

But the complexity of shutting down 27 years of life, shutting down utilities, insurance and on and on and on is far more complex than I imagined. I wonder at times if I had known it was just half this hard, emotional and complex, would I have made the same decision - guess we'll never know, because we're going "commando" on this one, it's all hanging out!

A couple of days working in storage and I wasn’t feeling well at all, Monday I got my welcome to Mexico – the Aztek two step. Needless to say all processes and activities except one slowed somewhat. Started on Pepto and Tues morning to doc-in-a-box and after a jab in the backside that hurt like crazy the doc assured me I’d feel great by tonite and he made a good call.

So tomorrow I collect up Max the gato, have breakfast with my neighbor (my second mother) hitch up the trailer and Max and I will head off into the sunset in Laredo and cross into MX Thurs morning and stay at Matehuala that night and on into the house Friday afternoon.

I actually think sanity may be starting to return, two things I planned actually happened, so maybe there is hope at the end of the tunnel.