Moving is EXHAUSTING!

(Hat tip to my friend Deb for the title line. Ü)

OK, so a chance to move came up quite unexpectedly and über-schnell, so I jumped all over it like a rooster on a june bug. It was already after the first of May and I had said I was going to be out of the house by the end of April. So I had to go. It took about 12 trips over two days, but I did it. All by myself. And I can't believe that I schlepped that recliner all the way up the stairs alone.

Of course, there's a difference between "moving in" and settling in. Yeah, I'll be living out of boxes for a while, but at least I've got room to spread out a bit. And I can now walk around in my own home barefoot for a change. Something I haven't been able to do in well over a year.

The only down side is that I miss waking up with a certain someone's cold, wet nose in my face. I just hope she's not going thru too much separation anxiety.