None of our pets is crazy about traveling but they did pretty well on the drive up the coast to their new home. Rosie's carrier was between us and she kept up a conversation with us most of the trip.
Tybee is 17 1/2 years old. He prefers the front seat and kept trying to squeeze his way up front from the back. His back legs are weak from arthritis and he had to be replaced on the seat a few times.
Bob the Border Collie's black back is on the right next to Tybee. Bob was busying looking out the window the entire trip, way too busy to smile for a picture.
The blur is The Writer's arm trying to keep Tybee in the backseat.
We had a very nice moving crew and they didn't lose their friendly demeanor even in the 98-degree heat and humidity. They were delayed by accidents on the bridge in Charleston, then got to Georgetown to find the weight station had been closed and no one had informed Ms Google! They had to backtrack all the way to Charleston to weigh the truck and a 4-hour trip took them more than 7.
They had already worked a 12-hour day when they left here for their 4 hour drive back home.
We got up this morning and poked around in boxes to find some cereal and bowls to make breakfast.
There are mountains of boxes like this all over the house.
I decided to start with the kitchen this morning. It only looks slightly better tonight, in spite of the fact that I have emptied and stowed the contents of 20 boxes.
But the fridge and freezer are sparkling clean and many drawers and cupboards have been lined, dinner cooked, the dishes done, and I now am rooted to the rocking chair.
I'm not moving until bedtime!