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The movers won’t take my Mason jars of spices and dried herbs, however, or anything alcoholic, so I must also wrap and box up the contents of the spice drawers and pack the last of the wine.

And I must consult the vet on an appropriate sedative for two aging pussycats who must spend a whole day caged in the back of a car. Elder Brother should not have to endure hours of feline arias on top of the stress of driving across the province.