D is finally moved into the new apartment as of Monday (I got him to stop for all of 30 seconds on Sunday to snap a photo of him on his now former deck). The move sounded messy, with furniture and boxes and odds and ends brought downstairs to the new place, then all the detritus and forgotten things left behind dumped outside his door the next day! I wasn't there for the actual move, and rather grateful for it, too. However, I am going to go in this afternoon and help out some, though by last night he seemed to have things more or less under control. I'm waiting for client comments at work and I've been spending time catching up on some organizing and learning and so forth that I didn't have time for when I came on-board and was thrown right into a big project. But there's only so much of that you can do. This type of lull will probably never happen again as I'll have more projects to attend to and others' work to oversee. So I'm going to take the afternoon off and go help where I'm needed more at the moment. There will be plenty to do this weekend there, of course, but I'm hoping it will be a lot less stressful than the pre-move mishigas.
Meanwhile, the beanstalk (actually a sunflower) that's been growing outside my front window all summer -- never blooming but climbing climbing climbing toward the sky -- finally opened its sunny flowers on Monday. I had one peeping in my window when I moved into this place in 2008, but there have been none since for whatever reason. I'm thrilled to have one again, and I look forward to the feeding of the goldfinches at them when they go to seed.