Crunch time at the old homestead --

Well, it's a busy weekend!  We have to clean everything out of the living room by 8 AM Monday morning.  I am blown away at just how much a living room can hold.  We are at the uproar stage at the moment, and I fear that it's going to go on all day tomorrow too.

My living room doesn't usually look like this.  Okay, maybe once in a while it looks kind of  like this, but not often.  You'll notice that my Loved One already has the shelves emptied of his books.  Obviously, I have not. On the other hand, I have filled two bags full of recycling and emptied out two huge sliding baskets that are in the very big coffee table -- what everything is piled on, right in front. 

A word to the wise: don't get a big coffee table that has storage built into it -- you won't believe what you can fit in there.

 This is the coffee table you don't want to get.  There's space in the middle, too, where we keep games and stuff.

Of course, the only person who's having a ball is Buttercup, who is busy "helping" by hopping into any box you're trying to fill, getting tangled up in your feet, etc.

This table is among the many things that have to be moved.  

It exhausts me just to look at it.  

On the other hand, my friend Jana (who is much younger and more energetic) is coming tomorrow morning at 11AM to help us.  She can get the stuff off the top of the bookcases, she's bringing more boxes, and everything will go much faster once she's here.  

On a happier note, I stopped by the art store where I'd put my postcards on the rack they have for Open Studios artists, and unless somebody stole them or threw them away, they've all been picked up by people.  I have to go tomorrow and put more in the rack.

So, my little break is over and I need to press on.  Hope you're having a better weekend than we are . . .