And I'm the mole. I may have to put baby bumpers along the edges of my cabinets - hit my head three times yesterday, the last one hard enough to send me staggering to the freezer for an ice pack. Goose egg city! (I can hear you laughing, Roxanne. Quit it.)
My fourteen days is up for the big rig, so I'll be moving both rigs a couple of miles down the road to another state park where I can hook up and have A/C. We're getting a break today with the heat, down to 92º, but it's going back up to 100º in a couple of days. It's actually working out pretty well with the heat forcing me to only work on clearing out the big rig a few hours every morning (there is no A/C in the big rig, in case I've made that confusing for anyone). I don't get overloaded with stuff to bring back to my new home or to donate at the thrift store.
I mostly just have the bedroom and basement compartments to do yet so that feels pretty good, too. I wasn't going to do any real cleaning before everything was empty but cleaned the fridge and kitchen cabinets yesterday. The fridge always feels like a big job but once it's empty it's really pretty easy. Nice to have that done.
Here's where I've been since I brought my new home back from Flagstaff. This shot gives you a better idea of the size of the rig, it's really not much longer or taller than my Honda.
Jake is sometimes tasked with cleaning out the cats' food bowls. He takes this responsibility very seriously.