Night in the Empty Condo

The movers, re- and re- and re-scheduled, made it here around 4:30, just before the parking space allotment ended. Tough to be angry (though I was), 'cause it's not like the movers wanted to be working a long day. The previous loading was just way over what it was supposed to be, the route here led them through an overpass under which they could not pass, &c. We've all had that kind of day.

They leaped in, a crew of of 7, and started loading it up. The "Fragile" and "Irreplacable" markings on the boxes seemed not to make much difference, at least in the staging — I hope they did in the loading of the truck. Less than three hours, they had it all done. And I'm working toward some sort of Zen-like acceptance of letting go of the state of our stuff . . . it's just out of our hands now, and it will arrive in the state in arrives in. It's kind of a relief.

Good news on the driving front. We're one of five (maybe less, given the mis-estimation happening on this load), the first two are going to Louisiana. We're looking at, per our driver's estimate, our stuff arriving Sunday at the earliest. We'll have to work out with our apartment the arrival date, but that means we won't be racing the moving truck.

Dinner, a last, amazing sandwich from The Italian Store. Relaxing and processing the day. To bed soon. Tomorrow, cleaning and preparing the place for our renters. And our neighbor's Cinco de Mayo Party in the courtyard to see us out.