… I was late to work. M53 was a parking lot. Van Dyke was a parking lot. I696 was a parking lot. I275 was a parking lot. M14 was not a parking lot.

Twenty minutes late. Luckily, I’m never going to have to make a Monday morning trip like that again. Well, not in the near future anyway. I don’t have to drive in to work from Shelby until Friday morning, and after that… probably not until Xmas.

So far, I’ve got these people helping out for the move on Wednesday:

Dad, starts in the morning with me with his 2004 Malibu.
Joe, starts whenever he gets in to Shelby from Lansing with his S10.
, starts around 1 or 2 with his… uhm… whatever car.
and , whenever they can show up in the Cresta.
Mike and Amy Weaver (possibly just Mike), with their Ford Focus after 6 PM.
, with his leeetle car, after 9 PM. Probably mostly unpacking and hanging out by this point. Heh.

And possibly Mark aka Cho Cho with his ginormous truck. I’ll have to bug him tomorrow to find out if he can get around his family stuff for hauling one load.

Dad is going to try to see if GM will let him borrow a van for the day, but it’s iffy. I’ve got my fingers crossed.