Every day, I have this overwhelming desire to go home and get things unpacked.
Then I come home.
By day's end, I'm tired. And, if it's like last night, I finally got a project finished around 8:30 for work, meaning I had about an hour to an hour and a half to eat dinner, relax, and go to bed.
We really need to get the bookshelf put together. THen we need to just go through boxes. I'm so tired of not having it done. It's not that big a deal, but I do kinda want to know where my sugar is. And bread machine. And flour. And salt! The things that are missing....