Our friends DJ and Daisy and Anna and Lili came over, and we spent the day moving furniture from room to room.
My office has moved in to the front room which had been serving as our “living room” (such a strange name for a room!) since our lower floor was flooded. Our bedroom has moved into my office, and what used to be our bedroom is being fitted out for someone new.
All this shuffling about was supposed to have taken place a couple weeks ago, but my damn sprain threw everything off schedule, and that’s kept us on edge.
So when I flopped down on our bed, exhausted, I felt a sense of supreme satisfaction. At last, we got it done. It’s like having a whole new house.
But what surprised me was how happy I felt. I listened to the Philip Glass composition “Mad Rush” and wept tears of joy. Don’t let anyone tell you minimalism is cold and heartless!
And I can’t remember the last time I felt this way.