Broadcasting from Ridgecrest

"We're home!"
"No. I'm home. You need to go home. And take your cat."

Today is our second day back in Ridgecrest, and my second day of living in California! After a three day, shitton of states drive West, we made it here on Sunday at about 3 in the afternoon. A little later than we had hoped (we were shooting to drive through the night on Saturday, which did not happen) but not a bad time to roll in. Got the truck unloaded, hung around, and passed out at like 8:30. My preferred bedtime, actually!

Since then, I've been busy unpacking. Ben goes into work really early, so I've been getting up with him and starting my day ASAP. I've hit the point where everything easy is unpacked -- clothes, bathroom stuff -- and now begins the puzzle of finding where other things can fit. Chances are a lot of things will stay in boxes until we move to the house we will be renting in a couple months, which is fine by me. No sense straining to unload everything here when it's just going back into a box in a couple months.

Snicket was pretty good the whole ride out and is getting used to the apartment fast. She slept a lot in the truck, be it in her carrier, on my lap with her arms wrapped around me, or on Ben's lap when he could wrestle her out. I'm pretty sure Ben and Snick are falling deeply in love, but we'll have to see what happens in the days that follow. The funniest thing ever might have been when fat cat, allowed to wander the cab of the truck while we ate, managed to get herself stuck behind the gas and brake pedals, so when we opened the door, we were greeted by a scared, panting, oddly positioned cat. Just lovely.