Midafternoon, Margaret and I pulled into a parking lot down the street from our new abode, thereby officially ending the “odyssey” phase of this epic relocation. We picked up the keys, and tomorrow morning the unloaders come to stuff our belongings into the new house.
It’s nice and light, air conditioned and burglar-alarmed, snug and freshly painted, and we won’t put anything into the basement since that’s practically an indoor swamp.
Tonight we’re taking our friend Anna out for dinner, then spending the evening not doing things. In fact, I foresee a lot of not doing things in the short-term future, limited mostly by the necessity of driving back to Princeton to pick up Beatrice.