Breathing sucks. I've stirred up a ton of dust this week, plus we discovered some lovely new hidden mold deposits behind the CD cabinet that was bolted to the wall. I'm probably under investigation for using more sudafed than a meth lab. I'm out on the porch right now trying to breathe some clean-ish Oakland air.
Miss Kittenpants just keeps walking around and jumping on all the boxes, like a furry Q-Bert.
Dennis is off getting coffee for himself and dropping off a bunch of old clothes and blankets at the drop-off at People's Park in Berkeley, and then he's running a van-load down to the new place. I'm taking the bedroom apart. Yay! It's Swiffer-rific!
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