guilty

We moved today, a week early. All of last night, while I finished an essential work thing, he packed and prepped. When we got to the place, he turned out to be loads better at carrying heavy things up the many flights of stairs and did 80% of the work. I suppose I wasted a lot of breath cursing fluently at the steep steps and the narrow landings. Later we went back to light my lantern and put books on the shelves (y'know, start making it home) and he rested a bit on the couch. In between putting away plates and dishes on slightly sticky shelves, I would come and pet him a little, completely unashamed of my wifely dewotion.

Pics of new place coming up! It has an (illegal) patio! But shh, I'll show you later.