I've moved

So yesterday I fully had good intentions of coming home and cleaning up the apartment where I have been staying for the last week or so (friends who are presently in Mexico, returning today). And then at 7pm, when I hoped to be skulking my way out of the office, I found out that I had to review edits made by the partner which took until 8pm, no 9pm, no 10pm, no 11pm, no 12am, no 1am, no 2am, yes 2am yes 2am yes 2am.

So I came home at 215am. And then packed my suitcase, and cleaned the kitchen and the living room. And prepared their thank you gift nicely. And went to bed at 3am thinking . . .

I didn't have to get to my apartment to meet the movers until 10am, so I would sleep until 8am, then wake up, shower, etc., and then clean the bathroom, and slowly but surely make my way to my apartment. Only to find . . .

That the movers were at my apartment at 830am. Which meant major hustle and bustle to get there to say hello, and find the apartment in a state of chaos with plastering of walls being done, painting being done, floors being done, things being moved (including my plasma TV, my baby, my precious, my one and only, etc.).

Then back to the apartment to clean the bathroom, except . . . I had packed everything, was wearing a suit, and had to get to work (it being 1030am). So, threw my tie over my shoulder (like that was the most important piece of clothing to preserve) and set about cleaning a bathroom while not actually getting myself wet (which means one of two things: I got wet or I didn't clean the bathroom effectively).

Tonight will be my first night in the new apartment. There are boxes. Everywhere.