Tonight is our first night in the new house.
Being as we were on the third floor, we hired movers. The movers were scheduled for this afternoon, sometime after 11:00. We planned to get up, have breakfast, tidy a few last minute things and dust everything to be moved. Leisurely.
My phone woke me at 8:00. It was the movers. Their morning job had rescheduled, and could they come early? I made incoherent noises into the phone as I contemplated the likelihood of movers have ever before come early in the history of human domiciles. I made some sort of assenting growl and crawled out of bed. (It's important to note that I spent 18 hours on my feet yesterday.) We threw stuff out of the way and scrambled into clothes. The movers came precisely on time. I placed the exodus under my partner's supervision and fled to the new house to sweep and mop and attempt to sweep the knee-high pollen drifts out of our driveway.
The movers were faster than their original estimate, and very competent. One of them noticed my crash pad, and we discussed our favorite climbing spots in the area. After they left, we ran back to the apartment to throw laundry in the wash, and then we went for a belated breakfast and I ate a plate of migas as large as my head.
The rest of the day was spent scrubbing the bathroom. Last night I regrouted for the first time, earning myself a new adulting badge. I have since celebrated by taking a bath in my clean new bathroom, and am now rejoicing in our functional wireless.
Next up, dinner, and then a serious effort to stay up to watch the bloodmoon.
Being as we were on the third floor, we hired movers. The movers were scheduled for this afternoon, sometime after 11:00. We planned to get up, have breakfast, tidy a few last minute things and dust everything to be moved. Leisurely.
My phone woke me at 8:00. It was the movers. Their morning job had rescheduled, and could they come early? I made incoherent noises into the phone as I contemplated the likelihood of movers have ever before come early in the history of human domiciles. I made some sort of assenting growl and crawled out of bed. (It's important to note that I spent 18 hours on my feet yesterday.) We threw stuff out of the way and scrambled into clothes. The movers came precisely on time. I placed the exodus under my partner's supervision and fled to the new house to sweep and mop and attempt to sweep the knee-high pollen drifts out of our driveway.
The movers were faster than their original estimate, and very competent. One of them noticed my crash pad, and we discussed our favorite climbing spots in the area. After they left, we ran back to the apartment to throw laundry in the wash, and then we went for a belated breakfast and I ate a plate of migas as large as my head.
The rest of the day was spent scrubbing the bathroom. Last night I regrouted for the first time, earning myself a new adulting badge. I have since celebrated by taking a bath in my clean new bathroom, and am now rejoicing in our functional wireless.
Next up, dinner, and then a serious effort to stay up to watch the bloodmoon.