Moving day was last Tuesday. It was a day I hope to forget.
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Where does this go?"
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Ah... den."
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Should all these boxes go in the locker? Oh, and where's the locker?"
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Right..."
The beauty of a three story town house, with the den, office, and spare bedroom on the third floor, is that it's a really nice retreat. Or will be, once the furniture is in the right places, the TV is up and running, the home network is firing on all cylinders... To be honest, as much progress as we have made, on M+6 the house is not nearly a home.
Too much cardboard. Too much wrapping paper. Too much, and I thought I'd never say this because
normally it's endless fun, bubble wrap.
At least the internet as I knew it and the Apple wireless network is functional. The TV is only partially operational though. I think the Bell guy might have to make a return engagement.
The point of all of this is that there is hope. There is definitely hope.
I just thought I'd check in, in case you all thought I had plowed the Vespa into a culvert somewhere down the 401 in Ontari-ari-ari-oh.