What happens when you plan to leave on Wednesday, but it gets pushed up to Saturday?

It ain’t pretty here. Working under the assumption that Wednesday was THE day, I packed up the kitchen on Monday.

On Tuesday, Huppy tells me the move is happening on Saturday instead. So what do you think is happening? There are no pots and pans to cook with and no food to cook in them anyway.

We’re all a bit grumpy and underfed. Luckily, I kept the wine handy.

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