Abject panic is not a good thing to wake up with. The doorbell woke me this morning just before 9AM, and when I pushed the intercom to see who it was, the response "the movers" immediately shot my blood pressure through the roof. How could they be a day early? I specifically made reservations for Saturday morning. And if they were a day early, would they be available to come back tomorrow when they were supposed to?

Someone else was at the front door to the building directing them around to the back entrance as I sprinted down to catch up with them, still wearing my pajamas. Thankfully, it turned out that the movers were there for the people across the hall from me, so I was able to breathe a huge sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I still wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, and I was out of packing tape so I couldn't do any more packing. D'oh.