“Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
To Dungeons deep at caverns old
We must away, ere break of day, to find our long forgotten gold,
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light”
The time is coming for Traveling Jack to grab his hats, boots and spurs. Soon the big move shall come and many changes along with it. I am nervous, but it is the good kind that makes your body tingle.
Went this week to get a check up, the first in many years and will take the car in later for its own date for diagnostics. It is all part of the prep for the move and the coming changes.