We are moving today, to a place I found on Craigslist.  We’ll be living with a roommate who is compatible in a great many ways, and who is letting us bring our cats, and who has an extra “den” area upstairs so we aren’t confined to one private living space.  Oh, and also, letting us move in with no money upfront… because we are some broke-ass motherfuckers right now.

Living with a roommate will be interesting as, aside from my brother and Hitler (which went spectacularly badly), we haven’t gone that route since we’ve been together.  We will have to, like, pretend to be a normal couple that likes each other most of the time.  It will either be good… or bad.  Heh.

So my day consists of moving all of our stuff to the new place with the help of a friend and the new roommate, who has graciously arranged to go in to work late today in order to be of assistance to me.

This feels good and right.  But, as a very smart person recently said to me, “even good stress is still stress.”