My husband drove to the crash pad yesterday (six hours instead of 3 and a half thanks to Indiana having their main highway between Chicago an Indianapolis closed for a month for repairs). He's helping me get some items that are heavier moved back home for my job transfer to squirrel headquarters. I start the job this week but physically won't move my office until our new fiscal year starts Oct. 1.
Abby saw me fussing around and I said "Dad's coming". She knows what that means and spent the next couple of hours checking out the window for his arrival.