Not my circus, not my monkeys

 So the moving pods for Dad got delivered today, and now there's a swarm of folks from his church out there already packing things in. 
They're doing it wrong, but I have to remind myself: not my circus. I told Dad the pods should come Friday, to give us the weekend, but there will be stuff that won't go in until Wednesday. I honestly hadn't thought he'd have help and now all the people swarming the house are making me anxious. Half of them aren't wearing masks ore aren't wearing them right. 

Deep breaths. One more week and I'll be on the road back to Seattle, back to my little condo.