I'm back safely in Nashville ( Read more... )

And still counting.

I'm finding stuff that I thought I got rid of.  That's bizarre.  I regularly cull my stuff because I live (now) in a 600 square foot apartment. There isn't room for a lot of stuff.  So I get rid of stuff when I no longer need it.  But apparently, there are times when I only think I get rid of stuff.  It's still there, hiding in ( Read more... )

. . . . and counting.  Or should it be M?  Does T stand for "time" or "takeoff"?

I'm up to my ears (literally) in boxes.

I'm having an argument about how the cats should be transported.  (The vet backs me up, BTW.)  If you want to see pictures of my cats, click here for Ben and here for Emily.

My shoulder hurts more than it has in months.

And I don't ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what the worst part of moving is. I know it isn't the packing. Packing actually isn't hard, just annoying.

But there are a few special laws that apply to packing.

1. Whatever you pack will take twice as much space packed as unpacked.

Although I'm progressing in packing, I'm running out of places to put the boxes. Funny how all those ( Read more... )