It was a later start than expected. The movers showed up at 10, not 8 and it took them almost 6 hours, not 5. By the time we dropped off the bags of debris at Goodwill at 4:01pm (they close at 4, and you try to get them to accept your free stuff after closing), bought lunch, ate lunch, strategically placed the editorial page of the San Francisco Chronicle in the bottom of the cat carrier so that Ruth Rosen's column was directly underneath the cat, Easy-Offed the oven, threw away most if not all of the remaining trash, packed the car, locked the house, left our coats in the house, cried one last time and finished picking up David from the babysitter it was already 6:30.

We stopped at Grandma's in Vacaville to drop off the microwave and to eat fresh tomatoes and avocados. I also let Chompers the traumatized cat out of the trunk and out of the carrier so he could taste fresh air and take a leak, but tied his leash to the garden faucet so he wouldn't run away. Chompers didn't take a leak because he had already peed all over Ruth Rosen's column in the bottom of his cage.

We're spending the night at the Best Western in Willows. 140 miles. Not bad for such a late start. Only 682 more miles to go. Tomorrow night: somewhere in Oregon, maybe Salem