Okay, so my day began at 3 AM this morning.
Mom shakes me awake and reminds me we have to head to the old house to finish up packing since the closing is tomorrow (Friday.)
Fair enough.
We eat breakfast, and head out.
And then pack boxes at our old house for 10 hour we straight.
It's 7 PM and getting dark, but we're not nearly done emptying our old house. So we head back to the new house to empty out the truck and return for more stuff. That's when I remember we have an overnight pet sitting client tonight. And their chicken coop is still open. So, halfway to the old house, at 9:45 PM, we turn around just to go shut their chicken coop. That accomplished, we head back for the old house. And run out of gas. In the middle of no where. It takes us 3 hours to flag somebody down, and our truck is towed to the nearest gas station.