Where the cable is, there the wrights will be also

Moving sucks.  There's just nothing else to say.  However long you think it will take, it will take longer.  However much patience you think you need, you will need more.  However much crap you think you have downsized, you have not.

But what really matters is that the furniture is at the house and cable is at the house and therefore we are at the house.  Home sweet home.

Cable!

Today was rough.  I'm glad it's over and that's pretty much all I can say.

What is wrong with this picture?

And what is wrong with THIS picture?

Lucifer is so spastic that this is the only way we could think to transport her to the house.  She handled it pretty well in the backseat but I have a feeling that the next couple of days will be quite the adjustment for her; she's going from her "own" room to the main room with us.  It's a sacrifice she's just going to have to make because I'm the bunny mama that's why, etc.

We were going to cap off the night by going to Home Depot.

{Pause for laughter.}

Instead I'm now in my pj's; Lucy is in hers; and we are camped out on the furniture (that is not arranged) in front of the TV.  We were too tired to put all the cushions on, so I'm sitting on a single cushion on the love seat and G is sitting on a single cushion on the couch.

Nite nite.