It was Wednesday. First thing in the morning, the phone is disconnected not to be used until the move is over. I go to the gym (thanks, J.P. for the class!) and get back home, just to find a message telling me the guys are going to start moving me around lunch time.
I continue packing, labeling, framing. I put stuff in one corner if I don’t want the movers to take it because it’s too fragile.
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