We are moved, as in squoze in. More triage must occur before we can be comfortable, but at least we all have beds in our bedrooms, a functioning kitchen and computers that connect to the net. Unpacking is going to take a looooong time, however. The poor dog had to wait for his dinner last night because we had not yet located the can opener; I finally went across the street and rang Joe Ross' doorbell, can in hand, and threw myself on his mercy. We bought a new one this morning, just in case the old one doesn't surface for a while.
Today we connect up the dryer vent and start laundry, bring over a few more things from the old house, hook up the answering machine and continue to unpack. Tomorrow I start my new job, fried to the eyeballs. Should be interesting.
Thanks to my beloved daughter
firehair28, my life has been brightened by the following (and rather frighteningly accurate) meme:
Back to the salt mines -- more later.