Well, we are in our new house. Actually I'm in the new house and Hubby and our work guy are making a second run to get the rest of the stuff.

So many things (though fairly little ones) are not yet done here. The workers will therefore be in and out of our house a bit more finishing them. I love my privacy, so this is disruptive. Also, our work guy/friend said he had his step-daughter come and clean, but it seems she only did enough to superficially get the worst up. Some things weren't cleaned at all, including all cabinets and drawers in the house. Or the fridge. So, I put a couple things in them. I'll be cleaning tomorrow!

The main move hauling (rental house to truck and truck to new one) was done almost entirely by the work guy and me. And in somewhat heavy rain. Hubby was in the house just shifting stuff towards the door. Stuff that was already downstairs. I think the work guy must have thought him lazy. I did! And my back hurts.

Anyway, I'm finally in my very own bed. The first thing I did was make it up.

I have no real time to be processing my grief. I fear that will hurt me in the near future.