Phew. This is the first chance I’ve had to breathe in about a week (I’m waiting for corrections to my pages — funny how I end up with free time as we’re trying to put the paper to bed).

We moved this weekend. Everyone who said they could help backed out on us. It was miserable. All day, both days. But we only had one major meltdown per day, so I think we came out ahead. I said to James, “If we can make it through something like this and still be speaking to each other, our marriage is going to be just fine.”

Moving into a house together is really making us feel closer to being married. The cable guy kept referring to James as my husband and to me as James’s wife. We didn’t correct him. It sounded nice.

So now we just have to unpack. “Just.” I whittle away at the mountain of boxes stacked in the dining room and know I’m making progress, but it feels as if it will never end. And James has been so behind on his side jobs that he’s had to spend his evenings this week on those, so I’ve been doing much of the unpacking myself.

I don’t really mind, though, because I get to put everything where I want it.

Work has been crazy, too, with sources not calling me back until right at deadline and people giving their notice all over the place. We lost three people this week, two reporters and a graphic designer. The next couple of weeks are going to be rough.

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