I look back upon the last 2 weeks, and I’m amazed at what we’ve accomplished. The move was successful, we’re still finishing the unpacking and purging here in the new place. There’s no rush to get it done, we’re not getting any younger.
I’m grateful to Hal for all the work he has done during this move. He has scolded and harangued me about not doing any heavy lifting or strenuous activity. It makes me feel helpless, but I don’t want to end up in the hospital again, either.
The important thing is that we’re safe and together, myself, Hal, and The Stooges.