90 years of ick

Last night Nick and I went by the new apartment with a borrowed vacuum cleaner to do some last minute cleaning before the furniture arrives. 90 years of other people's ick is pretty revolting, but the germ freak in me is finally satisfied with the state of cleanliness. I talked to the moving company this morning and hallelujah, our things are arriving tomorrow morning between 8 and 12. So I've stocked up my iPod and I have a really good book to read - a memoir of a young man who grew up in San Francisco in the 80's. He lived in the Russian Hill neighborhood too, so it's interesting to read his perspective.

I am still not convinced that the moving truck will actually fit on our street, but hopefully tomorrow night we will be sleeping in our own bed!