Made pizza from scratch tonight instead of ordering again. Dough’s been sitting in the fridge since yesterday, finally used it.
Kitchen’s basically the last room we haven’t packed up yet. Everything else is in piles by the door, labeled and not labeled.
Opened the wine my mother-in-law left behind last visit since it wasn’t going anywhere good sitting in a moving box.
Actually sat down at the table for dinner instead of eating standing over the sink, which is how the last few nights went.
Didn’t talk about the move or the job search the whole time. Just ate, for once.