In what could have potentially been a close call, we were finally able to hire a mover.
Things looked bleak for awhile. Several companies that Jay called said that they were booked for the days that we wanted to move. Some chucklehead called to follow up on a request for a quote that Jay had submitted online and was not at all interested in providing the service to us. I actually had to finally say, "Then what you're telling me is that I should find another mover." A woman who came to the house to survey the damage so that she could give us a quote finally faxed it to us five days after she said we should expect it.
And then there was Greg. Sweet, sweet Greg. He was from the company that moved us out here last year, a company that does a lot of clergy moves. He was a little confused at first that I wasn't moving to a different parsonage, but he finally clued in. He gave me a quote while he was still here and booked us as soon as he got back to the office so that we could lock in on a cheaper rate, even though we weren't positive we were going to use them yet.
So, we're on. I won't breathe easily until they actually show up next Monday morning with a truck. But at least I'll sleep a little bit better tonight.