We got the last of it out of the apartment today — just in time. Michael and F. have to work tomorrow and on Monday the keys must be turned over to the management. I managed to injure myself in the process yesterday and now I have a lovely bruise and some nasty scrapes on my leg. But I’m not as sore as I would have expected.
Now we just have to unpack all the stuff at the new place and put it away. Groan. There’s nothing like moving to make you want a minimalist lifestyle.
Update on the bat situation: I thought they were gone, but the other day I found one in my pajama pants. Fortunately I wasn’t wearing the said pants at the time.