The question of the day, the one I am asked by pretty much everyone I see is, "So are you all settled?"
This is what I want to say: You betcha. Not a box in sight. It's all good. There's a place for everything and everything's in its place.
But I stink at the lying thing, and that's a bold-faced lie.
So no. I am not settled. Boxes are everywhere. It's a mess.
Thanks for asking though.