Two weeks from today, the moving trucks will have pulled away. The Happy Honda will be in drive (what will no doubt feel like perpetual drive, oh 10-hour drive how I don't look forward to you). And the Wisconsin chapter of my life, in all its glory of fried cheese and beer, will be closed.

I really hope you can get mozzarella sticks at the grocery store in Alabama. Otherwise I may need to cancel those movers.

I'm really not kidding.