A Done Deal

After a fight with the subway steps Sunday morning on the way to get the U-Haul, making deals with the truck to not break down, a bruised back and not enough fluids, I finally got moved Sunday and was done by 1:30. I'm still exhausted, but I have wireless Internet and premium cable channels. There are boxes still in the middle of my bedroom floor, but my books are unpacked. There is no food in the fridge, but there's a store a few feet away. (So I'll be Fresh Directing tonight.) So it's done. Some of it was a hassle, like shopping for required apartment goods. And actually getting the cable hooked up. The previous tenants did not have cable, so the guy had to construct it. Wanted me to climb a ladder and help him out. "Let me get this straight," I asked him, standing on 6th Ave. in my slippers, "you want me to climb up that ladder after you to feed you cable?" He nodded and then I had to remind him that Time Warner's insurance policy probably wouldn't cover that. So he braved it alone and I'm sitting on my couch, in front of on demand episodes of "The L Word" (for Dana and Alice only, thank you), type, type typin' away on my wireless connection. And that's it for me now. Another new phase.