moving diarrhea

We finished our move on Sunday just in time for dinner with Eric's co-residents. I tell you what: a steak dinner with friends in the cool comfort of air-conditioning after two full days of physical exertion in 90+ degree weather is as good as it gets. To give you a sense of the extent of our dehydration and hunger by that point, it only took about 2 oz of wine before Liz was feeling tipsy.

Nevertheless, here's a toast to our moving crew: to Adrian and Rallie on the Silver Spring end, and to Branden, Nga and Ugo on the Adelphi end. Here's a second toast to Nga and Branden on their first wedding anniversary, which was Sunday! Why they spent half the day moving our mess and cooking dinner, we have no idea... but we sure appreciated it. And we propose a final toast to Branden for getting us through at least three moves now, two of which involved significant amounts of lumber when Liz was actively woodworking. He would agree that boxes of fabric are infinitely easier to move--sans splinters, at that.

The state of things here is best described as (pardon the expression) "moving diarrhea." Boxes are strewn everywhere, some partially rummaged through in search of this or that. We have yet to locate Eric's alarm clock. We've substituted with Liz's phone, but 5:10 am comes awful early--and Liz will be away the next four nights at a conference. Packing that suitcase tomorrow will be a challenge.

It's looking like we won't be truly settled until mid-August, but we hope we can make good headway in July. No call and normal hours are going to be a beautiful thing.