Dear J,

We moved. On the day, I started off sitting on the toilet (lid down) in the master bath of our old apartment while a four person crew did all the hard work. Paul went ahead to the new place with a lightly tranquilized Miss Penny and introduced her to the empty new digs, which she seemed to dig, thank you Gabapentin! I smiled at the photos Paul sent of the cat while the sounds of torn packing tape and cheerful Spanish echoed off the emptying apartment’s walls.

Moving day winds me up tight these days. I woke up with the sun. I couldn’t rest until we slalomed through a long series of checkpoints, ending with: wave goodybe to the movers. Then I shut my eyes for 30 minutes before springing up from the mattress on the floor, anxious to unpack boxes and open up rooms.

There’s much more still to do. But we’ve reached the point where every room in the place is in a first draft state.

And I can’t move anymore.

Love,

C/