Jeremy had begun to get tiresome. I got my shit from the trailer and sent him off home dragging the trailer behind. The biggest thing I had was the an...ique pistol. Everything else was small, but the items did fill up four of the large plastic storage baskets, which I took from the locker.I wasn't sure whether Jeremy would take care of selling my stuff on line or not. I was absolutely sure I would go crazy trying to handle that end of the business. However I was prepared to do it until I could. Taking a deep breath and blinking back more tears, I walked into the bar. It was still early, and the place was mostly empty except for a few groups of college kids sitting at scattered tables. I sat at the end of the bar and caught the bartender’s eye. The very cute bartender. I was not so angry that I’d miss his tanned, well-built body and handsome face. “What’ll it be?” he asked, walking casually over to me. I thought for a second but came up blank. I don’t drink often and I couldn’t think. I remember wishing that I met that criterion, not so I could be Sandy,but so that I could go home. It was a passing thought, one that Iobviously didn't mean. Then, of course, there was that burningsensation that accompanied each change. Was I somehow involved inthis? I was starting to think I just might be."What the hell?" I mused to myself. Everytime I had a thought aboutswitching, or even related to switching, it happened. Accompanied bystrange feelings each time. What a weird day. . Pick something else." Okay, I'll have chicken then."Dee picked up her car keys and started for the door and then stopped."What are you going to do today?" she asked."I don't know. I hadn't planned anything yet. I was thinking about going to some garage sales but I think I got up too late. Why?" I just thought that today might be a good day for you to start cleaning out the attic." I'll think about it." Well, don't just sit around all day drinking beer and watching ball games. Try to do.