And I collapse on the floor.

In the Great Moving of 2007, we've cleaned out the old place and hosed down the floors.

All the boxes are in the new place, but we're too exhausted to unpack. Too exhausted to unpack anything but the necessities. In the Great Moving of 2006 (which I'll be posting about, all those long essays that didn't make it to LJ because they were too serious), the necessities were computers. (Actually, it was computers in the regular Moving of 2006, too.)

Here, the necessity is the great and mighty bulletin board, found here.

Our Home, Sweet Home hanging is up, too. When you look at it, you understand that this is our place of dwelling, not just a cot and a wash bucket.

In the Great Moving of 2006, our greatest proxy was the odd things that functioned as furniture. Take a seat on the ice chest, dear one! Here in 2007, the Fridget page is a proxy. Instead of giving you a narrated slideshow of my pilgrimage to the pointy, right-angled peak of realized ideas, the link currently teleports any visitor directly to the souvenir shop.

I'm planning to be at least a tad more subtle about it.

Thus, the big moves are done. My hand hurts a bit from so much typing and mousing on the laptop (I stayed in the living room to keep Reagan company. The joys of having a couch!), so I take a well deserved--

!!!

My tea is cold.

Husband's response, "You must've really been concentrating".



Yeap.