After dinner, we came back to my place, and huey watched football while Nyarla and I unearthed my dining room, previously known as "the cardboard room." All the boxes from unpacking and from furniture and whatnot had ended up in this gigantic pile completely taking over the dining room. We schlepped all the cardboard downstairs and took it to the apartment complex's dumpsters. 3 truckloads of the stuff.
So, I have a dining room again, and this place continues to think about looking like a real apartment. Excellent. Now, if my calves would stop feeling like they were going to sproing like over-taut rubber bands, then all would be well. Oh, and if I could actually sleep. That'd be dandy, too.