Done With The Move

Well, Jessica and I are all moved in to our new apartment. It was hell I tell ya. I hate moving. You wanna know what I hate about moving? Well, I'll tell ya...It's not the packing or moving of boxes, either of those show progress. One can look at the empty shelves and see all the stuff you have packed up. It's not moving the heavy furniture. Moving the heavy stuff has a definite beginning and ending. What I hate is all the little crap that didn't get packed up in the previous 164 times I went through the house packing things up. The stuff you pick up and say "Do I need this? Hhmmm. I'll decide later." But I never decided, and now there it is, sitting on the floor, waiting to be picked up, again. I don't even mind the actual putting on the gloves and cleaning the bathroom as much as I hate picking up all the little crap.

So, now Jess and I go on vacation, which works out well, I need a vacation! I'm going to that part of Jesus Land known as Indianapolis Indiana for my brother's wedding. I'll be there for a week and then its back home and, of course, blogging. I'll relate how a blue-state man fares amongst the red-staters. See you in another week.