When I was in high school I took a (free) Army aptitude test. The only thing it determined I was qualified for was general. Since I share my birthday with former President and General Dwight D. Eisenhower, I laughed and took it in stride. This meant that I was not qualified for grunt work, Morse code signaling, and Jeep mechanics but was good at bossing others. This is not news to those who know me. I took the same test the following year with the same results.
Tomorrow is D Day here at my house on Alameda das Laranjeiras. Seven men will be storming the house, moving items into a container and packing the final bits. My head is pounding so hard I am afraid to have a whiskey and have been on the verge of tears all day. Mr. Understanding is due in town in a few short hours; he undergoes arthroscopic surgery on Wednesday to repair his shoulder (we like to pack it all in). And, I could use a bath.
I am not remotely qualified to be general. Dwight had it all going on.