Good morning, house

Yesterday I slept all the way until six in the morning. This was a big deal for me, because all this last week I've been up at two, or three, or four instead. I took a load over before eight, and we got doughnuts for us, John, and Suzanne. I took another load after that, and waited for the internet guy to show up. After my car was empty, I didn't really have a lot to do, so I decided to rake the yard. I will probably never again be so happy to rake my yard, but I was happy, because it was my yard. While raking, a car pulled up to the house and I heard, "I told you this was my route!" It was Beth, a friend from work. I liked standing in my yard, with a rake in hand, talking to a coworker. It made me feel very adult, which hopefully I will someday come to terms with.

Alex, John, and Suzanne showed up before internet guy did, so I helped them unload some things from their car, and then they went to work on making a cover for the cistern in the basement. The finished cistern cover is a thing of beauty, but I heard it was a real pain at times to install, so I was happy to be on team Move Heavy Stuff rather than team Drill Into Concrete.

Alex got the U-Haul to the apartment by about 12:30, and that's where we met Kristi, Bill, Doug, and Liz. Without them, I literally don't think we would have been able to move out of there. After two loads with the U-Haul, all of our worldly possessions were transferred to the house. That includes a couch, a recliner, a hall tree, a dining room table and four chairs, three bookshelves, the mattress, the box-spring, the bed frame, two dresses (drawers out,) a vanity, a rocking chair, a TV and TV stand, a computer desk, a trunk, and several end tables.

Po was the last thing to move. I went and got her while Alex dropped of the U-Haul. We'd locked her in the bathroom with her food, water, and litter during the move. It was hard to hear her meowing and scratching at the door as we walked by, but better than letting her escape. Moving her was probably the hardest thing for me, and that includes when the recliner got stuck in the front door. I got her in her carrier easily enough, but as soon as I closed the wire door she started crying. I don't know how Alex moved her from Ohio to Wisconsin, because I was a wreck just moving her a few blocks away. I put her food and her litter box in place, and then I let her out. She's been varying degrees of brave so far, and I don't know if she's actually eaten any food yet, but she's found pretty much the whole house and is exploring right now.

Alex is in the recliner, I've got my feet up on the couch, and the sun has just risen enough now that the light is coming in the dining room windows. I am very sore, very tired, and very very happy.