Been packing boxes non-stop for what seems like a week, but is really just three days. But holy fuck am I tired. Tonight I got down on the garage - so much crap. Heavy crap. This AM it was the kitchen. So many crappy pans. Heavy pans. After a quick dinner break, it's onto glasses. So many fragile glasses. Mrs has a half-dozen boxes of ... shoes.

The electrician fucked up the wiring around the TV / stereo stuff in the new house. Where there was supposed to be a conduit from above the fireplace down to the bookshelf where the amplifier will reside is a ... coax jack. Where there are supposed to be speaker wire jacks to the porch speakers there is nothing. The cable guy hasn't showed up yet so I don't know if we'll have cable (or more importantly, internet access) when we move in, or anytime, really.

The new place is covered in what I assume is dust from the final floor finishing. It smells like the inside of a polyurethane can. We left the windows open all weekend, trying to air it out. Just made it cold and smelly.

But we're moving in on Tuesday. It's supposed to rain.