Here we are, in the final five day countdown of when the mover come and magically sweep all our stuff up and carry it away on their magic carpet. Our apartment is a disaster. We seemed to have found portals into another dimension in order to fit all our shite into this apartment. Now that we have to fit it all into 3 dimensions, we’re having problems. I also have to squeeze the contents of my studio into our apartment as well. It’s been challenging to say the least. Apples 62 and 63 were eaten while packing up our house. I believe they are helping keep me well when I felt like I was coming down with a cold. Just 5 more days, the rest is cake.
