Next Week

On Tuesday, four movers spent eleven hours carting all my shit from the old house to the new one. 

That's forty-four man hours of just putting their hands on all my stuff.  And that doesn't include unwrapping and sorting and making aesthetic decisions.

So, until I get this place in order - or at least can find the box with my underwear in it so I don't have to keep washing the same set every night - I'm going to be indisposed.

See you then!