Yesterday, I was able to sell a few pieces of now-unneeded furniture. Today, another piece will go out the door.
Change-of-address orders have been submitted for our place, and for our daughters'. We'll still all have to visit the DMV soon, to update the address and get new licenses. Yay.
The new electric company, bless their darling hearts and empty heads, has an on-line application ... or so they said. Turns out what they have is a downloadable application. It must still be taken to their office where submission is face-to-face only.
And they want a check. How quaint. Does anyone even write checks anymore? Oh, well, turns out we had two blank checks left, so I'll dust them off and drive to the new town (a 15-mile jaunt from work) to file the application. Then 25 miles home again.
But - despite how that sounds - I'm not complaining; not really. We're so happy to be getting on with this, that the drive isn't a problem. What I'm fussing about is the time crunch is to get back to the current place in time to disconnect the electronics in the fireplace/mantel thingy, in order to accommodate the purchaser who's to be there at 4:00.
It'll be okay. Take a deep breath, Paul, and just keep moving. :)