Schlepping up the stairs

The move is kicking my patoot. I am still painting, painting, painting. God willing, I will finish tonight.

Then to the cleaning. Then to the finishing of the packing of my current place. Then to the move. Then to the cleaning of the soon to be old place. Then to the taking of the fuzzy ones to the new home and being there with them in their stress.

Can I just fastforward to next week when the worst of it all is over and I'm settling in to the new warehouse?

I want to put my curtains up. I want to put my picture up. I want to decide which side of the bed I will crawl into.

Really, I want some sleep. And to know for certain that I haven't done something utterly, ridiculously, unnecessarily stoopid. I hate having no grounding, even for just a few days.

the black cat changing colors