Here I am

OK-I'm in my new place. Not everything is unpacked-but I can find several pairs of pants. So, that's good. One day, I hope to have a bar in the closet, so I can hang same trousers up.
If I ever get unpacked I should be very happy here. I love the large main room set up. The place is OPEN! Something I had forgotten (if I'd ever known) the joy of having.
I even have enough room for a little dining room set. Not that I'd ever eat there. But, I have this dream of sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, doing the New York Times crossword puzzle on a Sunday morning.
I love a good crossword puzzle, don't you?
Once, I almost completely finished the Monday NYT puzzle. I WAS SO PROUD OF ME!

Coupland is happy here. I'm here. So he's happy. When I'm not here, he's seriously pissed off right now. He's such a Mama's boy that little guy. Got to love him. He's the best doggy ever.
Al is kind of insane and I think he might be evil. At the moment, he is chasing a big around the living room. It's fascinating him like new episodes of House fascinate me. Yeah, kitty is evil. He is Steve the cat's brother from another mother.

The move-I nearly killed myself trying to do it. I would have done without help. Lucky for me, I had help (paid, but whatevs) from one of my co-workers' SO. The two of us worked our asses off, but we got the job done. Just two of us. Before noon on Saturday. I only wrapped my head around that concept about three hours ago. It was rather daunting.

I'm still adjusting to certain things-not having to hide my beer, not dreading the appearance of my landlord, not going out Eastland to get home. But, eh, I'm figuring things out.