Our week-long moving extravaganza has drawn to a close. “Out with a wimper,” I think they say. Big, huge, monster-sized thanks to Rob for coming to our rescue on Sunday to help lug the big pieces of furniture. And thanks to San Mateo Rentals for being a stand-up organization, following through with reservations, and actually having a truck for us to rent. (U-Haul sucks.)
The perpetually petrified cat is slowly adjusting to her new surroundings. The stress of the packing and rearranging of furniture was really getting to her. At the moment, she’s coming to grips with the reality of the sliding glass door. Possibly the first she’s ever encountered.
I am completely exhausted from transporting everything we own a little over a mile down the road. Tabitha is on her 60th or 61st wind, throwing books onto bookshelves like one of those mail sorting machines and juggling furniture into position like it was made out of Nerf. She’s amazing. I, of course, focused on getting the desk and phone set up. Which means we’re now surfing like it’s 1994. 56K baby!