Slower than slow
I had to take all the sheets off my bed, while the cats were there, sleeping. They were unimpressed. All the cats are somewhat mystified by all this movement of stuff in my room.
There is so much stuff still that’s waiting around. It’s sort of unreal. And sad. And worrisome, because this moving shit, it’s never going to end. I found my place before Cheeky, and I think I recall my closing was before hers, but she’s moved in already.