Holy cow. I'm pooped. But we're in our new place. The kids are stoked. I'm surrounded by boxes. We didn't get our oven (it was supposed to be delivered today), and the desk doesn't fit in the apartment (or at least thru the door to the bedrooms). And hiring the movers was a challenge (one quit on the job after an hour of doing practically nothing). But we are here.
Looking forward to waking up without the sounds of construction at 7 am.
Butchers, Nationalism, and Empathy
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