Almost there.

dianala drove her van over to the Abbey, helped me wrestle my high boy and most of its contents down the stairs, and moved it into the new place. Being an IKEA piece it did suffer a little along the way, but we made sure we could open & close one drawer before we left the new place. (What to call the new place? The Abbey Annex? Lhasa because it's near Shangri La?)

That's all the furniture, and at least 80% of the small stuff. I should be done by Monday night. I might need to unpack a little just to get some empty crates back. Ten years without a move let me accumulate stuff. This will be quite a sokoban puzzle.

Back in our school days I used to help dianala move with some regularity. Since then, we've been leading our married and parental lives just a few miles - formerly a few blocks! - away from each other and seeing each other with pitiful infrequency. In that respect, today was the welcome return of happy days.

Speaking of happy things, I turned bork onto the Night Kitchen last night. I'd feel guilty about that, as if I'd gotten her hooked on junk, if the mac & blue cheese hadn't been so delicious.