Adrian working at home right up until the movers came. Our mini-Vancouver-house was a giant rat's nest of cords, computers and misc. electronic gear.
The important stuff that we didn't trust the movers with came on the plane. (If you're wondering: of course the movers broke stuff!)
My interpretation of Quincy's state when we finally landed.
The poor thing spent the day before hiding in our closet, then got moved to a hotel for the night, then had to come out of the carrier for airplane security, then had to sit in a box sniffing my feet for 8 hours while we flew. If she was human I'm pretty sure she would have wound up wearing her winter jacket in July and pushing a shopping cart down our old back lane.
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