Brain Empty

For the last two weeks I've been (very) slowly moving into a new apartment. I received the keys for New Place on the 1st, and my lease for Old Place isn't up until the end of August, so I have plenty of time to be leisurely about this. The two places are also only two blocks apart, which means for the little stuff I can just walk. So of course, it's hotter than the depths of hell and more humid than the Pacific Ocean (hyperbole, but only barely). After freezing at work sitting under the A/C, I go home, pack, and walk through 90+ degree weather to carry as many boxes as I can from Old Place to New Place before I am red in the face, have sweat through all my clothes, and am trudging instead of walking because I'm so tired. It's miserable. So far, I have my kitchen fully moved over, some small pieces of furniture a friend helped me move last week, and all but one of my houseplants (I have no idea where I'm going to put the remaining one, as I've run out of room). When I finally let…