Moving

Some of you may notice that this post is a bit later in the day than is usual for me.

It's because I'm moving.

My wife and I bought a house, and now we're in the process of packing up every single item we have ever owned, putting it into boxes, and then relocating those boxes an hour South to the new home.

We have a very full two-bedroom apartment.

We were going to have professional movers take care of it for us, but that fell through last-minute.

The good news is that we have until the end of July in our current place.

The bad news is that we have The Desk.  And by "The Desk," I mean a cold-war era United States Air Force desk.  The kind of desk you want to hide under in the event of a nuclear holocaust.  Because it would probably protect you.

I can't budge the desk from its current location by myself, so the odds of my being able to haul it out of its current room, down a flight of stairs, and into a waiting moving truck are ... well ... slim to none.

The good news is that we'll never have to move The Desk again. And it won't need to be moved up or down any stairs when we deliver it.

So now, instead of having professionals pack all of our stuff into boxes, we're doing it ourselves.

While working full-time.

We have a game gathering/open house on Wednesday. And we don't currently have any tables set up.

And a lot of the games are in the garage.

It's ... it's not easy.

Thankfully, we own this house.  If we play our cards right, we'll never have to move again.

Because moving sucks.

(There may not be a post next week, due to this entertainment.  Fair warning.)