Yeah, much to say. Too tired to say it.
Went as well as a suck-ass experience can go. Amazing movers.
Everything now is in its approximate, if not final, place.
A recap:
Thursday, 2:00, then at 4:00, then Saturday afternoon:
It’s now, what, Monday night? Shit got shifted around, and it’s still a mess, but somewhat less so.
It’s not perfect—the bedroom floor is a bit spongy, and the bathtub is a ski slope (no drunk showering), but there’s plenty of heat and hot water, and best of all it’s MINE MINE MINE.
The joys of dictatorship.
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