It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was 100 degrees and then it was 65 degrees, it was a time of exultation (so clean, yay chemicals) and of despair (saw another bedbug and it was ALIVE)…
It’s a good thing I had four days off because that’s about how long it took to tear the house apart, look for bedbugs, and put it back together. Every single fabric thing in the bedroom and linen closet got bagged and put in the hot car for a day, all the closets and dressers got emptied out and vacuumed and sprayed, every baseboard got vacuumed and dusted… I guess if I was worried about the amount of work involved in moving, this was a good trial run. (It’s SO much work. I was right to be concerned.)
We did go to the lake for our solstice sunset but that was right when a front was coming through and the 40mph winds were dropping the temp to the 50s. It felt kind of fitting, though–stormy times!