Yesterday was an auspicious day for moving, but a particularly inauspicious day for setting up a bed...

So, we spent our first night at the new house sleeping on a foam mattress laid on the floor with layers and layers of blankets. There are times that sleeping on the floor feels pretty good to me, but I'm pretty sure that's never crossed Paul's mind.  (He's awesome for going along with it.)

We attempted a regular Monday routine, but of course, it isn't a usual Monday.  Paul's to return the U-Haul, and then teach his first class of the semester. I'd taken the day off to start unpacking and setup house.  A clean slate.  My maximizer brain is already going into overdrive as to where things should go, but I know the practicality of the situation will win out soon enough ("It will go where ever it will fit.")

The other practicality is food.  Fingers crossed I don't get lost on the way to the grocery store.