And here we go. Just as soon as the coffee kicks in, we’ll start packing everything up for the move to the city.

I’ll be there for a couple of days and will most likely head back home on Monday. Exciting chores await me, like chopping up the ice on the driveway after it’s had a chance to melt in our warmer temperatures. Whoo hoo. Seriously, though, that’s something I need to do ASAP.

There’s always a chance that I’ll wait until Tuesday, but Don will be in rehearsal all day Monday so I’ll probably head back. Time will tell.

And so it begins. There are mixed feelings, of course. Sadness that we’ll be apart more often than not. But excitement for the time ahead.

I’m not sure of the Wi Fi situation in the apartment. It will have Wi Fi, of course, but whether it will be set up yet remains to be seen. So, if you don’t hear from me, it’s because of that. Follow me on Instagram.

Last night’s sunset.

Happy Saturday.

The view outside of the kitchen window this morning; to be specific, the window over the sink. It’s awfully pretty, but don’t let that fool you. We got at least 8 inches of snow, maybe even more. It was a PIA to shovel and snowblow. PIA = Pain in the ass.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the beauty of snow, or know how important it is for our well and the water table. I do. And if we had a short suburban driveway that was flat, it wouldn’t be so hard to handle. But we have a driveway that goes uphill and a largish parking area at the top.

Anyway. It is what it is.

I’m in a bit of a melancholic mood this morning because the enormity of what is about to happen in our lives has really hit me. Don is going to be moving into NYC for an indefinite period of time. We’ve just been through a great year, yes, but a year where we apart for close to 7 months. And we’re heading into another challenging year. Yes, it will be better because I can get into the city and, once the show’s open, Don can get home for 24 – 36 hours each week. Nevertheless, seeing each other on a consistent daily basis will not be happening. This is not helped, of course, by my worries about handling everything this winter.

I know all the positives, believe me. And I’m grateful for them. Separations because of work have been a big part of our married life. We know how to handle them. But they’re usually for a month or two months. We have no guarantees about the length of the show’s run; Broadway is a crap shoot. But we’re hoping for a long run.

Sigh. You don’t have to cheer me up, just humor me. And no, I can’t stay with him indefinitely. It’s winter in the Hudson Valley and I have to make sure the pipes don’t freeze and be here to shovel snow so I can move the cars in and out and so delivery services like our heating oil and propane have access to the driveway and I have plants to water. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to know the quirks of our house.

We’ll be fine. We know it’s a great adventure and 98% of the time we look at it that way. It’s just that it’s finally happening.

We needed them like a hole in the head, but it snowed for over half the day yesterday and I needed something to do. I’m going to pack up most of the cookies and take them to Don’s apartment.

Since we lost a day and a half to snow, we’re going to drive in on Saturday morning rather than Friday morning. Don wants this whole move to be as stress-free as possible and I don’t blame him. We’ll pack the car, drive to NYC and his building, double park, unload everything, and Don will drive to a parking facility. Then we’ll move everything in. I’ll hang around for a few days and then I’ll drive back Monday or Tuesday, depending on the weather. He starts rehearsals on Monday.

And I’m taking the Christmas tree down today. January 18th – that’s a record.

Happy Thursday.