e moved the major portion of our junk last Saturday, as several herniated discs can attest to. We got help from my brothers, Shep, my Dad and my brother's brother-in-law Adam. Adam has a Ford F-350 of immense proportion, and Shep and my brother Matt both have vehicles with slightly more cargo space than the miata. Adam also brought a 30 foot trailer. It went more smoothly than I would have ever expected. I'm still left feeling like no one should have to move my junk except me - that's the price of consumption and ownership.
The result is that we're officially living in the church now. Eating, sleeping, cursing the derth of available (read: not covered in plaster dust) surface area to set our fabulous junque. The cats are even acclimating, though still remain highly poopy and annoying.
The first night there was, in a word, tomb-like. It was about 3am and we had been moving since 8am the morning before. Our "master bedroom" has no direct windows to the outside, and we're living in a town that lacks any audible activity after 9:00pm - except for the 4am freight train that seemed to go on forever. The noise was a welcome relief. We've upgraded to night lights and a computer in the room that puts out some soothing white noise in the form of its CPU fan.
My brother took off for Africa yesterday, and it happens to coincide with all our servers suddenly reaching critical mass. Sudden spikes in usage had me scrambling yesterday to spread things to other servers, and the battle continues today. I'm all alone for the next 10 days, and since I no longer live upstairs my food options are pretty reduced. So I just sit here, coding and answering phones and dwindling away. Send pizza, stat.
We we're really thankful for the folks that wasted a Saturday to move our
mass mess. Hopefully we'll have a nice clean place for them to re-visit in the next few months.