She's a long one, such a long one

I just heard a train whistle go by in the night. I'm glad I can still hear them from my new apartment. I hate moving so much. derspatchel and schreibergasse and my parents helped heroically. Hestia is back to hissing at her brother to express her displeasure with the chaotic situation, but when it is not three in the morning I will hang pictures and unpack the kitchen and eventually put up my bookcases and my books. Right now there is the photograph of Lyndell's in the kitchen and a B. Kliban ex-pillowcase on the wall as the Banner of the Cat. We just finished hanging the shower curtain. I have to find a way to sleep. I am lousy mental shape right now, but at least I shouldn't have to move for another year.