moving sucks.

I have never been so tired in my life.

All the painting is done, except for a few small detail spots that I have been too lazy, no- too sick of painting to care if they are done or not.

We have all the heavy stuff and most of the other rooms cleared and we will sleep upstairs for the first time tonight.

The cats are curious. Matilda is happy and right at home, but Cobain is scared and keeps going downstairs.

I got ALL the laundry done. I don't think I have ever let 2 weeks of laundry pile up before.

We are so close to being done. So close.

(goodnight)