As the day before the official Last Day in our apartment, Billy and I spent hours on SE Tibbetts today, packing up the last odds and ends, scrubbing every room, and watching hockey. Much to Billy's disappointment, the Wings lost 3-2. Much to my pleasure (in a way), I finished cleaning two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a kitchen. Billy moved most of the boxes in between quarters as I cleaned. We have just a few more pieces of furniture to get tomorrow before we finally say goodbye to that squallid apart- err, our home for the past two and a half years.
Today's injury list was high: Billy sliced his hand open to the bone (so he says) on a nail he was pulling out of the bottom of his desk. I dropped our homemade magazine holder on my foot, and scraped my leg on the desk as we were moving it. Plus I've had the @#$%& hiccups THREE times today and they're really driving me crazy.