Everything is... going. Heather is here right now helping me with the last bits of moving and packing, which are turning out to be more shit-kickingly difficult than originally planned. Right now I'm a zombie, she's a zombie, and we just want to go to sleep but we can't because we have to go at full tilt for the rest of today and tomorrow to do everything that needs to get done.
But it's going okay. We're still on track at least for now, so barring any major roadblocks, it'll be all good.
We leave Friday morning if we keep to the schedule, and should arrive Monday night. Then sleep for two weeks.