One more

One more trip and the move will finally be over.
I am so sick of boxes, bags being lifted packed and then at the other end moved out of vehicle and into house.

Then the fun of putting things away.

I thought that the pots and pans were lost. They were at the other place. Not packed as yet. Silly me.

It will be nice to have everything here and then all put away.

The dogs are doing OK now. The cats are fine, those stinkers now want to go out. Fat chance.

Ida is limping badly this evenning. Might be from the cold and runing around outside. Zeke is sore also. Not as badly.

Umm, that dog Zeke stole a tuna sandwich off the counter. Tuna breath. I could not do anything as was not in the room. I made myself another. Rotten dog.

Life is good