Rain, Rain, Go Away
Our stuff arrived yesterday afternoon, and although the driver tried to talk his way out of helping us unload it ("That's 8,000 pounds!" he said by way of explanation), once he was assured that we would in fact not excuse him from the task, he settled in to it with fair grace. Took less than an hour all told, and the boxes are all stacked now in the townhouse garage.

Some will have to be unpacked and repacked in new boxes; the truck had a considerable leak and several boxes are pretty soaked. The one box we opened to get the books away from the wet turned out not to be a disaster, however; the box itself was falling apart, but the contents were mostly pretty dry. The only two books that got severe water damage were iffy ones we can discard if they don't dry well.

And my quilting stash, quilt tops, and finished quilts were in dry boxes. Life is good.

Only it never seems to stop raining in PA. I'm longing for some sunshine. When I said so to my honey yesterday, he assured me that soon it's supposed to get "too hot" here. That's all very well, but I don't care so much about temperature. Chilly, hot, whatever, I just want some sunshine.