Feb 11, 2008 02:10
I was the first one to get up this morning, almost hauling Per-Bear -- heh! -- out of bed and into the shower. After over an hour spent in there, we threw on some random Saturday clothes on and headed to my now former apartment. I had called Turk right before we left, taking him up on his offer to help us move my stuff to Perry's. We decided to meet Turk there and off we went to my old building. Of course, I kept my eyes closed for most of the ride, and as much as Perry tried to distract me after I suggested we named his new Porsche Betty, I wasn't able to relax until the car came to a stop.
I carry my own bunch of empty and unfolded cardboard boxes up to the apartment since this is the only thing Perry will be allowing me to carry today. I open the door to my old place and find it as quiet as the last time, which can only mean Dan is not home today, either. I walk inside, tossing the boxes on the floor and placing my cane against the wall as I make my way into my old bedroom.
turk,
cox,
jd