Well, I'm still here. Packers really did come today. The result? Complete chaos, as you can see. What you can't see is my brain---thoroughly addled. Not surprising, since I've been trussed up in a plastic bag all day. Supposedly to keep me safe. But really to keep me out of the loop. Dear Miss Creative only now unwrapped me. I've done my wing flaps, and some deep breathing, too. But I'm still muddled. I actually thought I heard talk about a moving truck and a driver. Arriving at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. That can't be. Too ridiculous.
It's getting dark. Time for a snack. And some serious thinking. I'm going to figure out a way to make Miss Creative change her mind about this silly move. I'll keep you posted.
Bessie dear, Persevere. Perhaps there's a book in all this somewhere. And please let us know when you get wherever you're going. I want to hear about the animals. Especially insects, since I'm a bee.
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