ACK! and a herd of pancakes

We are moving.
Away.
ACK!
Why did I say "ack" and "ack" so loudly, you ask? (Do you ask it? I'm not sure.) I say a loudly "ack" because it's crunch time and everything is up in the air and constantly changing and time is running down and everything's just kind of crazy and slightly nauseating right now. And this coming from a generally very laid back girl (er, me, that is). In fact it feels much like a herd of rogue pancakes are stampeding through our house and heads at this very moment. One pancake on it's own is really nothing. Smother it in butter, douse it in maple syrup and you can stare a single pancake down. But a herd and a stampeding herd at that is something to be reckoned with. There is power in numbers, let me tell you.
And now I must go.
But I would be remiss if, here of all places, I did not wish you a hearty and happy Pancake Day! May all your flapjacks be manageable and your syrup run tawny and free.