No matter how good-humored you are, moving is an exhausting experience. We started physically transferring our belongs to our new place last weekend and are still in the middle of the process, so between boxes and dust and delays and disarray, it's been a little nutty around this particular household. It helps, though, to have a partner who, after 3 days of sore muscles and while carrying several large boxes, takes the time to stoop and pick a tiny posy of flowers for his wife. Thank heaven for nice husbands!




