When Your Mother Boxes All The Bowls

...you have to eat out of the dog dish.

That minor inconvenience aside, I would be hopelessly behind if my parents weren't semi-retired. They've been up every other day packing, sorting, trashing and cleaning. It's really been a blessing.

Especially since I (somewhat unwisely) signed myself up to all kinds of non-move related things this past week.

I spoke at Hamline about the business of commercial acting, I was a Career Fair presenter at the middle school in New Richmond, Wisconsin, and on Sunday night I filled in at We Gotta Bingo! one last time when one of the cast had a family emergency.

But my last big hurdle this week is putting on the Minneapolis farewell show. I think it will be fun, and it's definitely self-effacing, but I want to be properly prepared and that can be a challenge when you're also wondering if you should have that tree removed from the front yard.

I did get a moving truck rented, and the lease for my apartment is on its way. Sunday is the date of departure.

Let me know if you want to come over and load boxes in the back of the truck.

-Tom, who notes: never pack the kitchen up first.