Movers

The die is cast.

We have keys to the apartment. The cats are ensconced, and pissed off. Maia, in particular, was hiding *under* the fleece in the bottom of her kitty carrier. She popped out, made a circuit of the guest room (where they are staying for the acclimation period), and went back in the carrier. Poor girl.

I’m doing better than that through a combination of willpower and pride. I have, however, transcended material possessions for a brief moment. I recall the last time this happened. It’s sort of fun to be beyond giving a damn about any particular thing.

Now, I drive north and wait for the Verizon guy to install my FIOS.