in the new place. Though I will have kitties, at least.

Not really. I'd be more excited if I had some unpacking help. I've seen Sam less this week than I used to up in Irvine.

He's working hard, I don't begrudge him being gone, but hobbling around with a crutch and cane, and now a bruised butt cheek, I'm not

getting much done.

I wasn't able to climb up into the big moving truck, so Sam boosted me up. I think my bootie was bruised before from slipping and slamming

down on the commode seat a couple weeks ago, and then being lifted twice that way exacerbated it.