I'd like to have busied myself with unpacking boxes and putting things away, but
- The new suite doesn't have any cabinets, shelves, or counters on which to store things, and
- I won't have shelves at all unless I provide them.
I'm NOT complaining. I've inherited a pair of very large bookshelf units (they're taller than I am), and the office is larger than my old one. So it's all good.
Tomorrow, the painter shows up, and begins making my smudged, smeared, marked walls look our special shade of off-white.
After that, I'll retrieve the pair of visitor chairs which a tenant kindly donated to the cause, and finish putting things away. Or at least, that attempt will quickly identify whether I need more shelves.
But it's a quieter space than the old one, and when the outer door is shut, I can't hear any noise to speak of.
It's been a good day. Now I'll go home and liberally use some Blue Emu or some such thing ... whatever my wife last purchased ... and put my feet up.