We drove from Fort Morgan to Littleton without incident, passing stockyards enough to make us wonder about eating steak, doing a very modest amount of downtown traffic, managing to find the right exit, total uneventfulness!
Between us, Chris and I managed to lift the things from the car to the apartment. We divided the stairs -- she took the lower flight, and I took the upper one. And reminded each other that at our advanced ages we should take it easy. Then it was time for lunch!
I left Chris at her friends' in Boulder and successfully found my way back (now I can go dancing in Boulder...).
The movers should be here in a few days. In the meantime, I have my little camp. Right now the internet is at Panera's or at the office, so I'm a little dicombobulated. There are photos, but you can't see them until I get them out of the camera. Chris thought the contrast between old and new apartments was just hilarious. Me, too.
I'm glad to have a few days to contemplate the arrangement of the things on the truck in this new space. It will be good. I can have breakfast with a view of a little mountain. More soon.
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