We've Moved

I'm not saying every thing is properly placed. It isn't. Most things aren't out of boxes and those boxes are certainly not in the right rooms or anything, but everything we own is currently in one place. With us. Right there next to us. It kind of feels like camping right now. Oh, wait, everything except the couch. Didn't fit. Movers were great, and tried everything they could think of, but in the end they drove away with my couch, to put it in storage. At least it isn't in pieces. There's a nasty dent in the hallway, though. The Insufferable Horror appears to be over his "horrific incident of terror" involving the pet taxi, and is loving the place. He loves stairs of any kind. There is a landing at the top of the stairs to the second floor that looks down over the stairs. He likes to wait for us up there, peering over the edge. He gets nutty on the stairs. Rolling around with wild eyes and other strange behavior. It's much quieter here, so I think he feels safer. I know I do. Now if we can just find my shoes...