WYFP? Mauled by Basement Cat and a Hard Deadline.

SO, praise be to the Universe, we are "finished" moving. Finished is in quotes because it only applies to Phase I, or the transporting of objects from one domicile to another. Now we have entered Phase II, AKA unpacking. For anyone familiar with Phase II, the boxes stacked chest high along every hallway and a garage packed almost as tightly as the truck is quite daunting. If we all had a solid week without work or other responsibilities it would be a no-brainer to knock that out. Amazingly, we don't have that kind of free time, so towered boxes and missing items will continue to be our reality for a while.

Overall this move (my 18th?) has been a relative cakewalk compared to moving across country or at less financially advantageous times. We are so fortunate in our lives while so many are not, and the idea of complaining about anything seems like an exercise in First World Narcissism and greed. Suffice it to say we feel "blessed", a word I rarely use but somehow seems appropriate here. Coming from an Animist.

I do have one inconvenience to share that folks can likely relate to, if not by experience then at least empathetically. Radar, the escaped then captured muse called Basement Cat who believes himself to be Ceiling Cat tore the shit out of my dominant right hand as an expression of distaste at entering The Cat Carrier.

Details of this aggression and more under the orange protest cat turd, to be found at any given moment in any given location around the new house. Do watch your step as you read the message from our sponsor. There could easily be another just around the corner...

WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?