All the boxes are being sent. I will arrive 1st. They'll arrive hopefully the next day. Tomorrow will be tiring. Perhaps the same for Friday. I'm not at the best of health. If I'm well, you'll see me jumping around and laughing and chatty. All I want now is to get all my things packed and everything I want to wear for tomorrow set and ready on the hangers, leave the house, fly off, reach home and sleep. I need my rest. The idea of flying while feeling sick is not a good one at all.