A Short-Term Reprieve - of sorts

I called the Marshal's Office this afternoon (again - the fellow answering the phone has started to recognize my voice) and he told me that they're NOT COMING THIS WEEK. I asked him if he was absolutely, positively certain of that and he assured me it was so. I wished him the best Thanksgiving ever.

I'm so relieved - one small ray of light in an otherwise horrible, hideous week. I'm way behind in getting stuff packed, and while I realize how lame that is, a lot of it has had to do with being totally and completely stressed to the point of numbness. Now at least I feel like a weight is off my back - I'm still planning on getting my stuff out either Thursday or Friday, but I also have an opportunity to take a run back through over the weekend if need be and retrieve any last, almost lost treasures. And I feel like the brain-fog has finally lifted and I can think straight again for the first time in days.

I want to thank everyone reading this who's offered various sorts of help, financial and otherwise. I also want to thank everyone who's listened sympathetically, offered moral support, and just generally made me feel like I'm not completely alone in this mess.