we gained a door.
Last night, I noticed that the retractable awning fell, taking a chunk of fascia with it.
The awning had been positioned in such a way that it prevented the door to the porch from opening fully. I never investigated why.
Poor Lizzie got herself stuck behind boxes this morning. She woke Ron up last night. She trumped revoltingly in the living room. I took her out to leak around 5:30.
Of course I can’t find the Little Green to get a start on cleaning the carpet. In fact, that’s only one of several things we can’t find, including our shop vac. The pile of goods in the garage is beyond disgusting. I can’t believe how much I paid for this moving disaster.