Four people, one cat, and a very small car do not a fast house-moving experience make. The Big Move is commencing in a series of short hops. Today, boxes of stuff. Tomorrow, a person.
There's talk of renting a pod to transport the difficult stuff, but I have no idea if or when that is going to be a thing.
My lovelies are spending a lot of their time unfucking the place they're vacating now, as that's a smidgeon more urgent than dealing with the chaos in the Master Bedroom. That will likely get unfucked well after the others have moved in.
And at SOME point in the not-too-distant future, I can start making my bread again. For which I will be glad. Yes, there's a sourdough bakery in my neck of the woods, no I do not want to spend a fortune on someone else's loaf.
No insult to the people making money at it. They do very nice bread. I just have a cheaper way of having bread.
Anyway, I now owe a twofer so I should get on with that.