Less than 24 hours before we fly to the States, Raphaela is enjoying herself in Gan while I am no where near ready. I work this morning at the clinic and then have to shut down the office for the next two weeks; then I have a few select but important outside the house errands; then I have to finish the bulk of the packing before I pick up Raphaela from Gan at four in the afternoon.
Don't worry, the dolls that will accompany her on the plane have been washed and stand at readiness.
Though I didn't plan it per se, similar to the situation I experience before Pessach, I have not gone to the supermarket recently and am hoping that I leave as little fresh supplies in the house before we leave. One Devil Dog remains as a snack for me, one small bag of Bamba remains for Raphaela, though there is plenty of fruit in the bin in the fridge. I am not sure what we will eat for dinner, there is always take out if I get desperate and don't want to cook. I can also eek out that last bit of moisturizer and toothpaste this evening, no worries.
The house cleaner came yesterday, so now Harry has two weeks to make his own mischief. He has already planted himself on our suitcases as a form of protest; if I cannot pack, then we cannot leave.
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