O Death, where is thy sweet embrace?

I cannot keep my eyes open. Today was the big push in with the professional organizer, in which we moved around all the furniture to make space in the kitchen, and it turned out that my idea was a good one. There is a lot more space in there now, even though we're not finished and won't be until tomorrow afternoon. My body is protesting HARD and reminding me that sure, round might be a shape, but it's not necessarily the most advantageous shape for doing consistent physical labour. I was up and down the stairs a lot today and on my knees a fair bit scrubbing the baseboards after moving the furniture around. It's honestly amazing how much grime builds up over time behind furniture. Right now almost every part of me is either sore or throbbing or both.

In house hunting news, it's a busy time of year for real estate, so there's a lot of scrambling to find a house inspector (my usual guy, Mike, is unfortunately not available) and to get my mortgage approved. I need extra paperwork for arcane real estate reasons, mostly to prove that I'm not a criminal mastermind shoddily laundering money through this random real estate purchase or something. It's all extremely bureaucratic and annoying, and extra stressful because I only have until Tuesday to get it all together. 

If the house does become a reality, the next 60 days are going to be incredibly busy. I will have to find movers and pack up the house. I will leave KK to pack up her room and her office stuff, but I think packing up the rest of the house will mostly default to me because I am the more able-bodied of the two of us. Like, last night KK asked me to bring up a sofa cover from the basement, so I did, thinking she was going to replace the old one, but no, tonight she asked me why I hadn't done it. (The answer is because I didn't have time between cooking dinner last night, driving her to work this morning, working with the professional organizer until 1pm, dealing with mortgage things afterward, and finally going to pick her up at work before starting dinner again.) She seemed super puzzled that I somehow hadn't had time to do it, even though she napped on the sofa the entire time I was preparing dinner. Anyway, it got done and we're none the worse for it, but I will admit I was a bit snippy about it. Now, it's theoretically not KK's problem that I have decided to reorganize the kitchen and have therefore been extra busy and tired, but also she's never expected me to change the sofa cover for her when she's capable of doing it herself.

I have nodded off three times writing even this. I will come back tomorrow with a hopefully longer update. Good night, friends!