Everything’s all a-shambles over here. The dining room table is pushed up against the wall, instead of over by the window. The computer and packing supplies are strewn across it. For the past few nights we’ve pushed things aside and squeezed in amongst packing tape and labels to eat dinner.
Rose does not like this, and I can’t really blame her. Tonight, I set us up on a side table over by the window, where we belong. A pile of boxes topped with a tray held the food. It was squishy-cozy, but felt much better than eating by the computer and the wall.
In an attempt to further placate Rose, we had “free night.”