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Am moved. Am dead. Feel like been beaten with sticks. Uuuuhhhh. Despite being dead on my feet last night, couldn't sleep in the new place. Dozed off and on. Had dreams about moving (unsurprising) and nightmares I don't remember now. Abby stalked around the apartment in the dark, slinking with her belly low, to check things out.. She is p***ed, and huffing and puffing and tail-lashing. She has yet to eat anything, although (whew!) is drinking water. I had to leave her there this morning to work here in the office. I think she'll spend most of the day in the bedroom closet. It will take us both awhile to get used to the sounds of other people sharing walls and ceilings and floors.
The move wasn't smooth, because, well, it's moving. The movers were later than I'd wanted, but they worked hard on a really hot day and were careful and nice, so all is well. My friends have been completely awesome and helped muchly, and without you all I know I would have been very, very sad. My ex is being a big fat jerk. I miss my dog. But things are OK, and I'll be unpacked and feeling at home soon enough.
Thanks again, everyone. The new place is great. I'll post pictures once I get myself a little more put together.
The move wasn't smooth, because, well, it's moving. The movers were later than I'd wanted, but they worked hard on a really hot day and were careful and nice, so all is well. My friends have been completely awesome and helped muchly, and without you all I know I would have been very, very sad. My ex is being a big fat jerk. I miss my dog. But things are OK, and I'll be unpacked and feeling at home soon enough.
Thanks again, everyone. The new place is great. I'll post pictures once I get myself a little more put together.