Moving Boxes and Slicing Open a Finger

I woke Saturday morning ready to seize the day, a mental list of what I planned to do at top of mind. My Beautiful Mystery Companion was still in Denton helping daughter Abbie and fiancé Brady get settled into their new home. I was also there for a few days, lugging boxes and bins down a couple flights of stairs as they transition from an apartment to an actual house in a neat neighborhood called Idiot’s Hill. I did not notice a hill or any idiots in particular while there, but both might become more obvious on subsequent visits. Best I can tell from online sleuthing, Idiot’s Hill got its name...

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