(not actually our house or our stuff)
Well, it was an eventful weekend. I worked from home on Friday so I could be there when our Zippgo Boxes arrived. Yes, we decided to fork over money to rent plastic moving boxes. They're so cool. After ripping my thumb to shreds on the packing tape dispenser boxing up our books, the lack of having to deal with tape alone makes it worth the money. They hold a lot of stuff. You don't have to worry about them collapsing or bottoming out. If you fill one with say cookbooks and then two days later find another cookbook you missed (as long as you haven't zip-tied it shut) you can just throw it in the cookbook box... because they open... without tape. They stack nicely. They don't slide off each other. Seriously, worth every penny.
Progress has been slow and steady. Saturday Diana took over the brunt of the packing duties while I drove down to Hayward to get brake hose for my car and then figured out how to install it. (It would be much easier to work on the brakes if the car was jacked 6 feet into the air. It's hard to get leverage when you're on your back contorting your arm around the suspension. On the upside, I managed not to shower myself in highly toxic brake fluid when I disconnected the hose. Those superpowers come in handy sometimes.)
Sunday, after fighting the Errand-Monster most of the day, I managed to start packing up kitchen breakables and linens.
Now's when things get interesting. Not only am I back to a limited 2-hours a day I can spend packing, but I am officially coming down with D's cold. Oddly, this is probably the first time in the nearly 4 years we've been together that she's gotten me sick. Of course, she's only been sick one other time in that span, and that was right before we moved the last time.