5 days to life. my cats went outside for the first time yesterday, under supervision of course. they seem to take to it nicely. by the time we dragged the orange bastard inside he had worn himself out and moo moo kitty now has a dirty belly from exploring underneath the shed. i scraped my knuckles yesterday while trying to get wax off the floor. the packing business continues. i can't wait until the 17th, that is the day i hand in my keys and officially don't live on base anymore. it's not hard to let go of most of the old life, there are parts i miss but i know they were nothing but bad for me. i should be welcoming the new life at this point, but it feels strange to welcome the new when the old isn't dead yet.