The move is moved. That is, all of our stuff is now at its new location and some of it is even unpacked. Most of it maybe – can I say most of it? I have been alternately hopeful for the final product and overwhelmed by stuff. Liberal applications of Murder She Wrote barely take the sting away.
Even after my initial realization: When what you love gets lost in what you have, I am still stripping away layers. It will be awesome when it is done. I promise.
Finishing off the apartment will have to be on hold while I get my librarian on at ALA this weekend.
This picture accidentally looks like a friend of mine.
Murder She Wrote is the continuous background entertainment of choice for packing and unpacking. And now I may be getting addicted. It’s a TV actor surprise around every corner!
This is now officially rambling.