Move on.

Sometimes when I see these lazy horses walking through my backyard I wish I still had my old horse, Charm. Not that I terribly miss her, or riding, or the care, or the cost, or any of the above... But I miss knowing that if that were her backyard her bitchy, territorial self would chase that damn horse out of the backyard.

What drives me crazy is when I'm fighting off a cold that's attempting to metastasize into something greater than an irritation, and I have to deal with a dog pacing around the house growling at the gigantic four-legged, spotted thing 10 feet outside the window. Needless to say I'm grouchy from it. Whatever. I just need to get better. Pronto.

We're moved in.

Don't mind the shitty fridge, Jamie and I are going to replace it like we did the shitty stove that was there before...

Anyway. We're moved in and we're happy. Our bedroom is still a complete mess but somehow his office has come together, my kitchen is totally set up and our living room has been overly used already. The bathrooms are half-organized. Sierra seems pretty settled but she needs more time to adjust.