I’m sitting on a clean area rug two feet from my city view for the last night. Every bone and muscle in my body hurts from packing and moving. We had three professionals here on our ninth day of moving and Jim and I worked alongside them prepping boxes, taping et al. After eight hours packing and loading they couldn’t get into the storage facility because of a wrong gate code so we now have to hire a new crew for tomorrow and keep the truck another day. Luckily we have good friends.
My laptop is above the printer’s box, so it’s a desk of sorts. We have two bar-chairs but the bar is covered in moving materials and framed photos to be wrapped and packed for storage. Even though we have no furniture except for said chairs and an aerobed, there is much to be done before we leave town.
In the meantime I enjoy our view and will probably be up all night once again, worrying, so will try to find something pithy to say. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 