I talked a little about the physics of packing boxes before.
And so it is with great rejoicing that I report that as of today, there are no boxes in the living room, no boxes in the kitchen, no boxes in the master bedroom or closet, no boxes in the entry way or dining room or bar, and only one box in the office. There ARE still boxes in the little yellow bedroom (it’s our still-packed box room) and the “piano room” (it’s our unpacked box graveyard).
I’m pretty proud of that.
Next step? No holes in the guest bathroom ceiling. /sigh