While most DC residents were cursing this weekend's record temps, I was praising them.
Due to a series of brownouts, FSI closed early on Thursday and cancelled classes for Friday (A Daring Adventure has a more detailed account if you're interested). Which meant that I had an extra pair of hands to help me unpack. And those extra hands were VERY useful, especially since they're attached to a big strong guy who can move cartons that weigh nearly as much as I do.
After hours of unwrapping and opening and sorting and trashing (and convincing the moving company to haul away the empty cartons to make amends for showing up at the wrong time), we once again have a livable space to call home.....at least for the next 6 months.
Nick and I were very lucky with this move. Since I am not working and we don't have children, I've been able to focus all of my energy on getting us unpacked and settled as quickly as possible. I can't imagine how FS tandem couples manage, with both people jumping immediately into new jobs. Or how FS families with young children manage....although I suppose I'll learn that one firsthand at some point down the line. I get a preview of my future reading Sherwood Family Nonsense, Email from the Embassy and The Perlman Update. Hats off to you ladies...
For now, I'm going to sit back, revel in the relative ease of this move, and enjoy the more reasonable* weather before we head back into the broiler this weekend, when I will no longer have a reason to praise the heat.
*reasonable=temps in the low 90s with less than 50% humidity.