Moving is a pain. No two ways about it. And moving in July, in Arizona, in 107 degrees is… I won’t say it out loud.
… well not yet, anyway. I’ll let you know when it’s all over if we were at all harmed and if we survived. I’m going to go jump in my warm “bathwater temperature” pool now. San Francisco, see you in about 48 hours, I hope! xoxo