Storage

We got a call this morning that our household goods are here. Before our first shipment of essentials (i.e. "1,000 pounds" shipment that was supposed to be here first) and our van. Interesting. Well, now it goes into storage. You guessed it: until we get into housing. It's fine. It will all be fine. It's my new mantra just to keep me sane.

That first shipment will be here next week . . . which will still come in quite handy. We can clean up and store neatly the stuff the condo owner owns . . . and use our own linens and things.

We'll move into the condo tomorrow and then get some groceries into the place. I will cook a nice dinner for our first night in. It will feel good and normal again.

I need to get to a post office. I have a parcel to mail my niece and a little something to mail a friend. I need a box now. And shipping tape. Oy vey. One thing leads to another.

Fireworks tonight. On the beach.

See you all later.