I met the movers at Oxford at 8:00 am this morning. First they loaded all the furniture destined for the consignment shop. After that, they filled the truck with boxes from the living room. There was more room in the truck than I figured there was in the Oakton garage, so I had them stop at about half. The consignment shop refused a few items so I did a stressed scramble to find another place that would accept the remaining items. Goodwill, I love you! One of my garage stalls is filled with carpet debris awaiting arrival of a dumpster.
