Are you done, now?

Lea doesn't like change. And with a small apartment like mine, whenever there's change, it tends to affect more than one room. To assemble the wardrobe (yay!!! I can finally put clothes hangers straight, instead of having to go sideways because the closet is too narrow!), I had to put one chest of drawers in the corridor. I had to push the bed to almost the middle of the living room, which involved pushing everything between the bedroom and the living room way deeper into the living room. And then, since stepdad was there with his tool and his strenght (I can do a lot more things that I was able to, even 3 years ago, but there's a limit to my superpowers), we used the opportunity to readjust my work table. Which involved moving piles and piles of papers and books. So 3 of the 4 rooms of the apartment were in a very unorganized chaos. And the kitchen wasn't much better.

This was Lea attempting to retain a bit of stability. She's cute when she tries to con me into accepting the credo's cat of "all change is bad change", isn't she?