My hands hurt and I can't find my underwear...

I got a jump on the workroom before the official move date.

The move happened. I dutifully filled out the questionnaire on the moving company's site, but there was no checkbox for "slightly obsessive multi-craft practitioner.  What would typically take about 4 hours (what a normal person would have in a two bedroom apartment) took 7-1/2.
Most of my belongings have been transferred to the house from the apartment, but I am by no means moved in.
I've been pretty organized on past moves, but I think the surreal feeling that I really do own a house all my own got me discombobulated (oh wow! I spelled that right on the first try. :))

Gabby provided "feedback" while I assembled an IKEA desk and chair.

So last night, I wandered around, wondering where my toothbrush was, only slightly curious about my alarm clock (I've got today off), and very pleased that I knew exactly where the coffee and coffee maker were for the morning.

Then it dawned on me--I haven't seen the basket with my socks and underwear... I'm sure I packed it, and remember seeing it at some point during the move, but I may have foolishly put in it the closet with my files and a few fragile things I'd thought best to move myself (which I, of course, forgot). Not a huge deal, since I will go back this afternoon after (I really, really hope), my internet is up and running.

Now to get some stuff put away...

The insanity of my new house right now.