So. Freaking. Tired.

I wishlisted some under sink organizers for the peach bathroom/laundry room. I'm hoarding cash right now until I pay the organizers. I submitted a Walmart order though for some essentials (paper towels, toilet paper, garbage bags...)

I unpacked all night and made some good progress. I have a huge pile of flattened boxes to wrestle outside. I think that I'll shower first. I don't want to disturb my neighbors with my boxes. I doublechecked the days for garbage and recycling pickup here.

Mimi is crashed out on the bed. Zara is going up and down the stairs upstairs. I need to wrestle them into the "music room" and bathroom for when the movers are here. Zara is refusing to come downstairs. She's tired.

Silence from the movers.

Oh thank you Zara. She was in the kitchen and I moved towards her, and she darted into one of the bathrooms and I shut the door. I’ll just have to grab Mimi before the movers get here.

I’m accumulating stuff in the car to go to Goodwill. Maybe Wednesday over lunch. And my garbage can is full of stuff that I’m getting rid of.

One of my neighbors introduced himself, which was nice. He thinks that the trees in the back need to come down, which is not so nice. FFuck. The joy of home ownership.

My movers are now coming tomorrow morning. Oh well. I think that I’m going to crash.