An exercise in living in the moment (and not spending excess energy worrying about future challenges)

So far this is what I anticipate Monday is going to look like:

8:30am - completely vacate current apartment - with far too many bags of paraphernalia as well as 4 huge backpacks, 4 small backpacks and a computer...

2pm - sign over to Apartment B.

3pm - delivery of recently acquired second-hand sofa-bed.

4pm - delivery of air freight.

2 weeks (?) later - sea freight will hopefully arrive.

I have bought ktichen-y stuff like plates and spoons and glasses from the Brockenhalle (second-hand joint) across the road where I found the sofa-bed, so we will at least be able to eat off something.

What will happen on Monday? Will the plan come together?

Will the police have to remove us from the streets for cluttering up the sidewalk for 6 hours?

Will the Ex-Pats be sleeping on piles of dirty clothes? (OK, probably not really dirty, but it sounds more dramatic.)

Will they have to make one of their children pretend to be a kitchen table?

Will the poor daughter's teddy arrive in time?

Will the Hausfrau save the day?