It’s frigid again today – temps overnight were down in the single digits, or so the local news people say. We hung curtains in the house last night, and sleeping with them all closed did seem to help keep the apartment warmer, so that’s a good thing.
We’re close to being finished with the unpacking – Matt’s squirming because he hates the bare walls, and he’s home all day today, so I expect when I come home he’ll have everything unpacked that is in his power to unpack, and he’ll be more than ready to have me help hang all our various pictures.
That will still leave me to unpack and organize the second bathroom, which is more of a disaster than ever, but I think I can handle that.
Tonight should also see our washer and dryer installed in the laundry room. This is a good thing, because we are running out of clean clothes. Also, we’re going to take a trip over to the old apartment to pick up the last of our stuff and clean the place out in general. That means we’ll have the vacuum cleaner at the new apartment, which makes me very happy. The dog will not be happy, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
Also, we’ll have butter again. The butter dish was one of the random things that never made it into a box (probably because it still has butter in it), and so we have lived all week without it. Let me tell you, dry English muffins are only good for a morning or two. Then you start craving butter. Believe me. I know.
And because Dr. Grounds has some errands to run and a doctor’s appointment, I doubt I’ll get much done as I drive him to and fro today. Not that I mind–I always have fun spending time with him–just that I won’t be individually productive. Of course, now that I think about it, I didn’t particularly have any goals for today that don’t involve unpacking at the apartment, so it’s not even much of a loss.