Because I haven't located my camera yet. And as soon as I find my 'detailed box content' list, I'm sure that whole missing camera thing will work itself out.
I've received several emails and phone calls from concerned citizens asking "How's that move going?" which, twelve days after moving day, I translate to "Exactly how long does it take you to move your stuff 4.7 miles?"
Much longer than the 'dreamworld of moving' I envisioned apparently. A dreamworld that definitely did not include moving dirty dishes. But I am thrilled (SO VERY thrilled) to announce the move is over (with only one injury, a broken-ish toe I can only blame on some late night stumbling around in too-close proximity to the business end of a suitcase wheel, forcing me to wear the same loose-fitting, sensible shoes day after day which are the perfect accessory for the unflattering, hobbled gait I've adopted) and unpacking is in full swing after a domino effect of sheetrock, paint and powerwashing. Much of the boxed-up doily factory has been sitting in a holding pattern in the living room, patiently waiting for its new space to be fine-tuned.
I will return to our regularly scheduled blogging posthaste. I've missed our little talks.