We can’t put off the inevitable any longer. Our renter moves in on Saturday! We had to put aside work, writing, exercising, and pretty much everything that provides the secure routine of our existence so we could start getting ready to make this shift in our life. Bob got to work on all those honey-does and home improvement chores that should have been tended to months ago. I went to work creating a mental list of what would go with us, what would remain in the house for the renter, what would be stored in the back room of the Bend house, and what we might need to keep readily available for the next few days or weeks, depending on whether we can move into the cabin at the ranch, or not. Creating this list was easiest to do from the comfort of my recliner. In between Bob’s frantic work he would stop and interrupt my intense planning to offer soft words of encouragement hoping he could lift me out of what he figured was paralysis caused by depression. I snapped back that I was doing the hardest work of all and that the planning and organizing was the most important first step.