Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

Oh no! I forgot to pack my crappy old mop!
The movers got here this morning at 7:30. I was in a deep sleep after going to bed at 4 am. They were super fast and got it done by 11. One guy did most of the work and the other guy was kind of the boss. The worker guy slung everything with a strap and would carry up to three or four boxes (of books!) on his back down the stairs. It was shocking. At least it’s kind of chilly outside so it wasn’t too sweaty for them. I feel like I’m about ready to fall over dead even though I just pretty much sat on the floor and read an old magazine I found under my bed when they moved it.

In answer to Elizabeth’s comment, I think that did used to be a working fireplace, because if you examine it you’ll see it’s poorly plugged up. This building is really, really old. There’s an engraved date on the brownstone two doors down that dates it from right after the civil war. Since this tiny apartment has always been packed to bursting with furniture and books, I’d forgotten about some of the details of the amazing woodwork in here, done back when people knew how to build things and generally gave a shit. The dust bunnies were added strictly for atmospheric effect, since I always kept this place immaculate.