It appears that whining on one’s blog about moving can coerce The Universe into solving one’s moving problem. Or something like that.
S and I just discovered that the folks who lived in our new apartment before us actually moved out at the end of May, not the end of June like we assumed. So… we can move in early and avoid homelessness and a super short, super stressful moving period!
Can I get a HALLELUJAH?!
Our new apartment complex will kindly let us move in whenever we want and pro-rate our rent for those extra days. It costs less than $35 per day, and that’s a no-brainer to me – $33.50 is a pittance compared to the cost of my sanity. S and I are going to do our heavy liftin’ on Friday night and finish up on Saturday morning, giving us a whole day and a half to settle in and get things organized. Hallelujah.
I was so excited about this change in plans that I celebrated with this delicious morsel:
Okay, that’s a lie. I actually devoured this guy last Sunday. It’s a rich, decadent Peanut Butter Puck from the Chicago Diner; S brought it back for me after he spent the weekend in Chi-town with his mama. He also gave me a lovely necklace that I’m looking for an excuse to wear. Ain’t he the greatest?
What good news have you gotten this week?