The books have come out of boxes, the dishes have come out of newspaper, and the cat has come out of the closet.
No, really. She spent a lot of time hiding in there.
This is my first morning in the new place, and I fucking love it. The movers had everything out of the old place in 45 minutes, and into this one 45 minutes later, making that the very best $320 ever spent in the history of the entire universe. A few friends came over with beer last night, including the inimitable Shiv and Little Owl. We unpacked boxes, shuffled furniture, washed couch cushions, and made guacamole. The bed (a.k.a. Fluffy Marshmallow Land) was delivered, and cable was hooked up. Then my boy and I collapsed into a short nap at 7...and woke up at almost midnight.
Last night, it felt like I was going to sleep in a hotel. This morning, I woke up at home.