Hey, we’re in the new house! Moved in Friday, and have fumbled our way through a sea of boxes since then.
Kramer is here too, after a few days alone in the loft, a tough (but not as tough as it could have been) extraction followed by a 4-day hunger strike. But he seems to be adjusting well, and is back to accepting our pets and scratches.
We’re still living out of too many boxes and ordering every meal, but we’re here. We’re working more effectively. We’re meeting neighbours. We’re enjoying the backyard due to an unexpected spate of warm weather.
It feels weird to have a house. But it’s starting to feel really good too.
By the way, I’m sure I’ll have something to say about the presidential vote at some point, but for now I’m still electorally hung over.