The grandfather clock says its 10:55, but it was stopped yesterday morning. It’s actually 6:45am On Friday the 11th. We’re waiting for the last day to commence: movers loading the truck, the last cleaning to make everything pretty for the new owners, packing the frozen stuff into coolers, getting the remaining things – including one dog and one cat – into the suburban, saying the last few goodbyes. In a few hours we’ll hit the road, so I thought this song is very appropriate. Who else would I use? ; )