shaver

Eight thousand four hundred pounds of our belongings arrived this morning, and our house is a little crowded. Chester, who had been hard-pressed for appropriate hiding places in the barren hardwood wasteland, hasn’t been seen in hours.

Alasdair came by to help us out. He has a car, lives a scant two minutes away, and is free during the day. In short, the perfect friend. Most of his work involved the drive to and from storage, to help the movers dispose of some excess goods, and the collection of groceries on the way. It was all pretty smooth, though the mouse that one of the movers pivoted on was likely not as impressed. The mouse was pre-dead, just to clarify, and I think he might have had other unfortunate kin in the building: there was a slightly off smell to the place today.

I hoped to get some work done today, but with my laptop at Madhava’s, the phone service still not working, and my power cables at the office, it turned into a totally unproductive day. (And I managed to burn some of phil’s time on the phone.)

Time for some unpacking, I suppose.