The moving guys returned, but Hubby only let them unwrap furniture, and most all pieces are not in place. Perhaps most in the right rooms.

Our handyman asked to sleep on our futon instead of his inflatable mattress. Of course we said yes, but I confess I am jealous. The futon is far comfier than what Hubby and I are sleeping on.

I almost fell on the steps late last night. It will eventually happen. That is why we will have a ground floor bedroom. Now the second handyman is sleeping there on an inflatable mattress, while we're still upstairs.

So so much left to do. The handymen are painting the kitchen today. Once that's done I will concentrate on that.

Add on: About three hours later something happened (small in the scheme of things) that was just the last straw. I've been hiding under a down comforter I mercifully found. I don't plan to do anything for the rest of the day. Nothing.