Got everything loaded by about 3:00 on Tuesday, including a trip to the Elizabeth YMCA for the women's shelter. They got our crib, window air conditioner, a stereo or two that is hopelessly obsolete but still functional, and some other things.
Loaded the car onto a tow-hitch, and I was on the road at 4. The trip was blessedly uneventful, save for some snow in the mountains. I arrived in Pburgh at around 11:30 and was able to have a nice conversation with my wife. She's smart.
The Boy was asleep and didn't wake when I got him from Grandma. he snuggled up nice and close to me, which was deeply necessary for my mental health. Around 4, he finally noticed me - "Dah-Dee! Dah-Dee!"
The rest of the day went relatively smoothly - unloaded the truck for the stuff staying at the house, unpacked a bit, played a LOT. The Boy was quite upset if I left the room he was in. I get that: last time I left, it was for 3 weeks. He's cautious.
Bedtime was a challenge. I think we might just bite the bullet and get a king size bed that will fit everybody, particularly if the spots do turn out to be new cancer. Positive feelings help healing, and it doesn't seem worth it to leave him screaming and unhappy in his room.
Plus, if it does turn out to be new cancer, then I want every minute with him that I can get.
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