The snow started here a little before nine, but Tom and the movers were able to get here. The worst part, Tom said, was not the snow -- which was not all that heavy at the time they were on the road -- but the forty-five mile an hour winds.
By 11:30, the movers had done their job and left us to try to create some order in the chaos. We have not arrived yet at anything approaching what Sheldon Cooper would want, but we are on the way. The study and bedrooms are pretty much set up except for getting art on the walls. The living room is at least usable and the kitchen is more or less so. Bathrooms are in good shape. There are about a dozen empty bins waiting to be taken down to the storage unit. And we are both pretty much worn out. The cats continue to adjust, all the while demanding more attention than usual. I, for one, did not know this was even possible!
The wind is howling outside, visibility is low with blowing snow. But we are inside where there is no wind and pizza is cooking in the oven.
Perhaps not everything is right in the world, but in our little corner tonight, things are pretty good.
Once everything is in place, I will take a few photos to share.