Finally/At last.

Moving to the studio has been my dream since I bought the old house 10 years ago.  Unbelievably, it is happening.

 I woke up early, to the sounds of birds outside my window.
I went down to the living room and spent some time cuddling with Roy-boy.
We watched the sun come up and fill the living room with the loveliest, soft light.

 I have pictures to put up, things to put away, but it is remarkably organized so far.  It didn't hurt that I brought those 50 some odd containers over in March and April, and put it all away.

Roy was a little uneasy, being overnight in a different place, and a walk was just what he needed.
This is my new view walking.

 I love it.

Can I repeat myself here?
I love it.

Roy loved it, too.
I know him.

I decided to somewhat take the day off.  There is plenty to do to clean up our 'old' house, and get it ready to sell.
But today, not so much.
I putzed around a bit, with this and that.
Put my clothes away, cleaned off the kitchen counter, stuff like that.
Took a little nap.

 There are a few containers sitting around, and I will go through them one at a time, until I  have finished them.

Over in the weaving studio part of my house, I made some changes.
I wanted to be able to relax here, and have friends over, to a quiet TV-less, part of my home.

Just a couple of comfy chairs.

Lois had this brilliant idea to fold up the 2 Schachts, and store them along the wall until you are actually using them.  It works.

This is where I get to sit back and enjoy it.
I can't wait until the other house is sold, and finally, I have one house on my radar, one to worry about, one to maintain.
Sounds kind of like heaven.