Highlights of the move include Greg and Rob (Grob) moving a washer and dryer that will never move again, Daniel pulling his back out lifting a pillow, and a bunch of shelves falling on me and possibly cracking a rib. C'est la move.
The dogs have been completely freaking out, so much so that I think poor Murphy has suffered a psychological break and has been on couch for 6 hours now under a blanket. If he could talk, I'm sure he'd say, "Make it stop. Please. Make it stop."
It turns out that my external office (listed as a "writer's cottage" in printed matter) was powered off of the master bedroom ceiling fan, which is like quietly and constantly begging for a fire. It is being rewired with a new circuit.
On the other side of the house, heavy plumbing is going on as the 1924 drainage system is finally being exorcised. It is a demon that has doubled in cost, but one that needs to be taken care of.
Oh, and the garage door motor has also been replaced.
If we've learned one thing from the past few days, its that the previous owners liked doing things the cheapest and least rational way possible. "The garage door just needs a little nudge." Well, no. It needs a new motor capable of hauling an antique wooden door. "After a vacation you can call in a hydrojet company to clear the pipes." Well, no. the pipes have caved in, so basically you're paying money to repeatedly have your shit pushed into the ground.
We've also learned the original house is pretty amazing, if not very chilly in the mornings, and that if you're going to do something, do it RIGHT the first time.