Stage 1

I've been mentally procrastinating about it for months, but I've finally accepted (sort of) that I'm leaving Krakow this week.

I guess I've had to, as the pet mover just picked up Flannery and Small for the first leg of their long journey home to Canada. After much last minute anxiety and stress (changing dates, flights, missing documentation and so on), the cats are on their way to Warsaw by car where they will hopefully catch a flight to Frankfurt tonight. Tomorrow they'll fly from Frankfurt to Toronto, where they will stay in a kennel until we can move into our home. That date all depends on when my stuff arrives from Poland.

Tomorrow morning the movers come to pack up my stuff and transport it to Warsaw. Not sure why all roads to Toronto must go through Warsaw on this trip, but even I am flying through Warsaw on Saturday.

So, I'd better get cracking. I've got a lot to do before the packers show up tomorrow.

Click, click, click

Life's been keeping me busy lately. January is performance review time at work and I've spent many hours the past few weeks writing and delivering assessments to my team. Plus, I seem to have had more social engagements this month then I have had in the past 3 months combined. I've also been getting out and enjoying the snow (skiing!) while it lasts.

But I realized the other day that this blog isn't the only thing I've been neglecting. Poor Flan's claws are so long that she can no longer sneak up on anyone, which is imperative for most cats (when I say most cats, I do not include Small. It is hard to imagine 10 kg Small sneaking anywhere). Instead the click, click, click of her claws on the hardwood and marble floor announces Flan's presence far in advance.

I'm happy to report she's back to her stealthy self today. Small, consider yourself warned.