Is moving this hard for other people?

Today the movers came.  You think that I would have spent the appropriate amount of time preparing beforehand, no?  Well, yesterday morning I fell out of bed trying to hit the snooze button and ... broke my toe.  Who does that??--I haven't broken a bone since junior high!  I was in such a sleepy haze that I didn't even realize I had hurt it until I woke up an hour later.  Today, it's swollen up to the size of a mini sausage and is very attractive.  Needless to say, I was ridiculously late for church and wasn't nearly as productive as I had planned on being.

At least I had the foresight to hire movers not only to pack me, BUT ALSO to provide the packing materials.  I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning organizing everything, and I just sat there and watched in amazement as they quickly packed up what would have taken me days--in 4 hours.  Of course, I was trying to utilize all of the time that more sensible people wouldn't have paid my time while they were packing to sort through what I am planning to take on my upcoming trips.  However, my cat, Oliver, who is only a little over a year old was obviously excited by all of the new people and the removal of furniture.  I don't even remember how many times he darted out the open front door (he's an indoor cat), once trying to hide in the landscaping in front of the house.  So.. there I was with one of the (I think?) Russian movers trying to capture the kitty.  A thorn splinter and several scratches later, Oli was safely confined to the only room with a door in my house - the bathroom.  Hearing him meow made me feel like a cruel parent, but with my injured toe, I can only hobble after him so quickly.  Crazy cat!

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