Tomorrow begins the move to the new place.
The plan of action is to go wake up Doug and drag him for along for the heavy lifting, because he’s a good boyfriend and gets Burger King out of it. Tuesday calls in the movers because, oh goodness, our beds are intimidatingly massive when between hallway walls. How the pup weathers though the move is up in the air, but chances are he’ll probably whine a lot. I suppose that’ll happen when you were abandoned once … it’s OK, pup. I’d be whiny too.
And despite the stress of the past couple weeks and the stress of the actual move, I always find clarity in relocating. This time Tuesday night, I’ll have a new crib.
