Well, dear readers, this has been one of the physically roughest weeks of my life. I’m moved into my tiny house, more or less—it’s a process. Even more than a new regular house, the space has to be planned and arranged. For the first 2 days, I pretty much stayed in a too-big chair surrounded by debris, my cats wide-eyed with aghastitude.
I tried to take as much of this move on myself as I could, but the fact is, I can’t do this much on my own, even dragged out to a 3-month process as it was. I had to (shudder) accept help.