Packing’s basically done except the kitchen, which feels like its own circle of hell. The real surprise this week was my husband’s skin calming down after we started a short walk every evening instead of collapsing on the couch with the tape guns. Still a flare spot on his wrist when he’s stressed, but nowhere near the mess it was at the start of the move.
Still no word on the job thing. I check my email more than I should, which isn’t great. Trying to just let it sit instead of refreshing constantly.
Cats are fully over the boxes now, the bigger cat has claimed the tallest box as a fort and growls if we try to tape it shut. Mother-in-law still drops by with food like we can’t feed ourselves during a move, which, fair, some nights we can’t.
Next week I want to keep the walk going even once we’re in the new place, instead of letting it slide when the boxes are gone. Routines built around chaos don’t always survive the chaos ending, so we’ll see.