Ellie is 11 months old today. It's hard for me to believe. I was looking through my LJ archive this morning - last year at this time I was posting about how lonely I was feeling but how I was trying to appreciate it because very soon I would never be alone again. I bet I have been alone maybe an hour since Ellie was born. I've left her for periods of time, but always because I was doing something else.

Our realtor told me that someone almost made an offer on our house last week and still possibly could. Not in a "we expect it to happen way" but still, it was encouraging to me.

Turns out the movers are coming tomorrow for the small batch of stuff. I have almost everything piled in the guest room. Also, I think I have the dog's flight stuff worked out with American Airlines. Toby is too heavy for their priority service but I think the only downside to that is that we have to drop them off at the Cargo terminal (where ever that is) and not the regular ticket counter.