On Moving Solo During The Pandemic Part Three - Moving Day (Moving In)

​Note to self: don’t drink caffeinated soda late at night, particularly when you don’t do it very often.  I was up at 5:30 in the morning, wired from last night’s carbs and caffeine; I opted to stay in a nearby Days Inn due to my bed not having been moved.  I watched an episode of F is For Family on Netflix and a movie on my iPad called The Assistant, which does a great job of exploring power dynamics in the corporate space.

The movers came at around 10.  They did a great job, but sadly, my couch was too bulky to fit in the door, and every time they tried to angle it in, it hit the opposite wall in the tiny hallway.  That’s the downside of urban living.  I went through the grieving process pretty quickly; sadly, I’ll have to fork down some funds for a new couch.  Oh well, we had a good 10-year run.
 
After the movers got done, it was time for me to unpack.  The next few hours passed in a blur as I set up my bed and bedroom closet.  I took a dinner break at around 7 with some Pad Thai (first time I ever had Thai delivered).  At this time, the cable people came; it’s all self-installation due to the COVID, but he did hook the Internet up.  And I managed to stupidly throw away a piece of glass that functioned as a holder for the TV (don’t ask), so it was pointless to do cable.
 
The fun of solo moving.  But I got Internet hooked up; once I finished the bedroom, I decided to call it a night.