But--it's onlly furniture, Ginger, it's not knocking down walls and building on rooms. Hire Two Men and a Truck--or just the Two Men--for a day, and go for it! Anything that makes your space more liveable is worth it, I think.

I had an inspiration and moved my couches around a couple of months ago, swapping two large couches from one room to another. Which also required moving every single piece of furniture in both rooms, without exception, including several large bookshelves. Oy. But it's so much better the new way.

I got to see the moon night before last, but we were having a Howling Monsoon so I did't get to see the blue moon. I'm sad I missed it.

We've got a lot of turbulence, either caused by or causing higher temps. But there's lots of wind to compensate.

In the continuing cat pee chronicles, the little fucker has branched out into spraying my backpack. Grrrrrrrrrrrr... my goodwill is rapidly evaporating. Roomie thinks it's a territorial thing, not with my cats but with the ones who prowl past the porch. We're both at a loss what to do. I think Feliway plug-ins are in our near future.

But--it's only furniture

There are also about 700 linear feet of books involved.

There are also about 700 linear feet of books involved.

Ah, those particular pieces of furniture. Yes, that would be an undertaking. Still, the outcome might be worth it. You have your books all organized, right? You could just put them right back on the shelves once the shelves are in their new places? You could call in some favors with the trivia crew, or friends or neighbors, maybe.

Feel free to ignore me. I'm in unpack, consolidate and repack for eventual unpacking later mode. Boxes don't scare me, right now.

You could call in some favors with the trivia crew, or friends or neighbors, maybe.

Emmett and I would help if we were around, Ginger.

I started thinking about this because I realized at my mother's that Mr Peabody loves to curl up next to people on the couch. Then I thought that the den would be more comfortable with the the living room couch. The plan went on from there.

Yes, it's the dog's fault.

Yes, it's the dog's fault.

Well then start making him a little harness so he can haul stuff.

Heh. Hec just reminded me of when we moved once when I was about 9 or 10, to a house just around the block. In order to cut the cost of the movers, I swear my mom had every kid in the neighborhood hauling stuff over in wagons and bike baskets. Like, for days, this caravan of 8 to 10 year olds schlepping books and lamps around the corner.