I got an over-the-telephone diagnosis of migraine, and an appointment for a follow up with the neurologist. So, my freaky head sensations are merely unpleasant, and not dire.
Every time we clear off a shelf or a drawer, the cat leaps in to occupy the empty space. If either Robb or I sit down for a second, Linguine jumps up on our chests and starts kneading biscuits.
I'm trying to stay calm about this move, but I worry that we're no going to be ready for the movers.