Moving. Such a lovely, meaningful experience; sweaty, aching, tired people with wobbly muscles and short tempers…I’m so fucking glad its over!

Adjusting hasn’t been so bad thus far, I’m hoping it stays that way.

The cat and the dog have yet to be in the same rooms together without growling, but I’m thinking they’ll get over it pretty soon. I hope so, I miss having Cleo on the bed with me.

We have too much stuff, honestly. But The Boy is a pack rat and won’t get rid of ANYTHING. I’ve got no idea how we’re going to fit it all in.

I really can’t talk though, because I have more books than most small town libraries. I have no place to put them and all they do, right now is take up room. I have to tell you though, I am SO excited at the prospect of spending something like two days organizing, cataloging and generally geeking out over my books! Now I have the room to do it!

We still need a dishwasher, some fencing, a side table or two and lots of rugs but overall it really is going well. I’ll post some more when I get some time. Stay tuned for a little fiction.