t-8d

It is 8 days until we're leaving the country. The weather is unbearably hot (35°C, 60% humidity, no rain). Brains feel like they were reduced to a pulp. I started to feel a little sick myself. P.'s cold seems to be getting a little better, but apparently all the migration proceedings are taking their toll (generally speaking, moving out can be a traumatic experience; I am pretty sure, emigration to a foreign country on a separate continent is a traumatic experience):

• finished packing boxes to be sent out to P.'s parents
• trial run packing the suitcases (three big suitcases with 23kg per piece, my backpack with 15kg, P.'s cabin luggage trolley with 10kg; seems we do not have enough space left for P.'s two winter coats and all the Gina stuff we need to carry with us; gonna figure that out tomorrow)
• last Sunday evening with Gina in the park (loved that in the past; but today it was just super hectic and was only to satisfy the most basic doggy needs)
• more than worried about where we want to put all the stuff we are shipping to Germany; guess I'm gonna throw a major part of my own household to make way for P.'s things (shoes, of course)... :D