So we had a deli night the other night, the day the kid came to help me unpack. We had rye bread, pastrami, corned beef, and half sours, and we had a birthday cake for Dr. Skull and the kid's fiance, since we were moving during their actual birthday. (Dr. Skull and the fiance share a birthday.)
ANYWAY. The kid ate four corned beef sandwiches and was barely restrained from eating a fifth. The appetite of the young male, y'all.
As for packing: I am making progress. Slow, but steady. We are presently stalled because I have run out of bookcases. (We were forced to leave the cheap ones behind for lack of space on the moving truck. The mover offered to make a second run, but he wanted three thousand dollars to do it and I can buy a lot of bookcases for three thousand dollars.)
Also, did I tell you we brought our old fridge along? Now we're people with two fridges -- one in the kitchen and one in the garage where we keep mostly water and frozen food right now.
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