I think I have life whiplash. I'm so tired this week, despite getting a decent amount of sleep, and I think the best explanation is that I'm finally feeling all the changes that have piled up in the last month. I mean, it was only six weeks or so ago that the kitchen ceiling fell down and started this whole thing in motion. And now we live somewhere else and Dennis has a different job and I'm not going back to school this year and I can't find any of my stuff. Whew. That's kind of a lot, isn't it?
Now I'm fighting my need to have everything! settled! in the new place, which just isn't going to happen for a while now. I think we still have too much furniture and crap, despite the pre-move purge-fest. I'm sure that Sunnyvale freecycle will get to know me as well as the Oakland one did. I haven't even brought over all the stuff that is stashed in Ryan's garage.
Clyde is doing ok in the new place; she spends most of her time back in her new panic room, which is actually a panic shelf in the closet. This is ideal because she is hidden and elevated, which are both high on her list. She is eating and using her new litterbox, so we're not too worried about her, but we'd like to see a little more mobility from her soon. And not just at 4:00 a.m., which is when all the pent-up Clyde energy seems to be coming out in less-than-charming ways. Let's just say that she enjoys finding things that make noise.
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