Moving in can take a while. For the first couple of days, the joke around the house was that I had to go out to the garage to find a clean pair of socks. The sox box has since been incorporated and one-by-one the kitchen boxes are joining the collective. Dearest has no deadline, and says I’m not in her way. It’s up to me to keep my obsession with order under control, to locate what’s important and otherwise keep those donations to St. Vinnie’s flowing.