We are tweaking things now. Yesterday I moved all the stuff for storage to the head of the stairs. After work, G took it down. I set up the dining room table. We moved the living room furniture about six inches away from the window giving the studio area a little more room. The coffee table became the TV bench, and the camel chests now are side by side. That sort of tweaking.
The truck is filled to the brim with more boxes to go to the store.
“Oh, you can recruit Bill to help,” G told me with a straight face.
Bill is a coworker in fragile health. I will find someone else to help unload Grumpy.
G hooked up the printer yesterday while I backed everything up on the backup computer. No, that last essay and poem hadn’t been backed up. Yes, I did read the poem in class yesterday. The teacher and I liked it. It’s very abstract, and the other students wanted me to add structure. Commas here and stanza breaks there. My whole life has been abstract lately.
Right now I feel as if I’m living a stanza break. It's just so calm and good.