So a friend of mine is moving to Fredericksburg, VA. She doesn't have to have the house here cleared for a month but she has forward momentum now as everything falls into place for the move and she asked a few friends to help her pack and move a few things the past weekend.
A few things. Uh-huh. She is now pretty much moved. Two very long days that reminded me that I plan to hire movers for my next move. Or it's going to involve a can of gasoline and a match.
I'm really over stairs now, as well. When I win that $400 million lottery my dream house will not involve stairs.
And don't ask me how much work I got done at my own place over the long weekend.
But at least I made it to the grocery store yesterday along with the other locusts. We've moved into the upwards of a foot of white and fluffy range. But since I'm a teleworker the government closure doesn't affect me. Drat. Moving my friend's house means my own house is still filthy.