Who would think I could harbor so many books and projects in this small room I call mine. [The big closet was crammed, bins of fabric pushed under the daybed.] Two stacks of boxes have gone out and there is still more to deal with.
Several cats peered from the bedroom door as J. trundled in the dolly. All retreated but Charlie who is perpetually curious.
J. takes a load out to the trailer, maneuvering around cartons and displaced furniture.
Charlie supervises from a comfortable carton.
Raisin says the uproar is upsetting her delicate stomach--the skirting on my armchair holds in warmth from the infloor heat, so she has retreated from the fray.