The last morning

For the last time we woke up in Dags old, charming house. It's sad, Dag has spend 17 years there and I have been there much the last 12 years. Today the bed will be moved. We were both very tired after working from morning to late evening yesterday. And both of us happened to wake up at 04.00, stressed I think. I went back to Ski since I am going to work at monday, so I have had a calm day, but Dag just called me, compleatly exhausted. His daughters Kjersti and Ingvild have been there the whole day to help moving. We are content about how much which has been done ;)