Day Off

 Today I have a day of rest. I am not working or packing up a house. While my body will be at rest, no one told my mind that it is off today. Even though I am not physically at my parents house, my mind is firmly seated at their kitchen table looking at what needs to be done next. I feel bad that today as I stay home, my sister is there straining herself packing. It is grueling work and doing it together feels better than her doing it without me, even with the assistance of her husband. This weekend we will both be there and for some reason it just feels right. My parents would want it that way.