Moved out, moved in, and my friends have proven themselves invaluable once again. Many hands, as you’d expect, have made for light work, and now we’re out of a trying spot. Many thanks, everyone. Everyone did their bit, but I would like to enter into the log that pound for pound Catherine probably did more work that anyone else, even though the poundage involved was slight and travelling up and down the stairs looked tricky. Her parents have also taught her to tell me periodically that she’s not food, a useful survival tactic, because she’s really not so big yet that I might not make that mistake.
Our new apartment is great, even though getting our box spring up our Authentic Dirk-Gently-Brand Extremely Narrow Staircase turned out to be Very Exciting. We’ve got a bit less closet space, and I’m going to miss having a gas stovetop, but at this point I think it’s safe to say that’s all I’m going to miss. We have no internet connection at home yet (fully 6 APs in range, and all WEP/MAC protected, crazy) but soon.
I would also like to note my pioneering use, this weekend, of the phrase “I’m not getting fat, that’s my entourage.”