Cross-country moves are a right pain in the ass. One bookcase — a nice, tall mission-style — bit the dust, and a hall tree I had is now a storage bench, but the harp made it okay, as did the viola and trumpet. The piano, I can’t find the power cords yet. Still more unpacking to do.
Anyhow, I’m not what I’d call settled yet, but I’m settling, and of course the first part of the apartment to be organized and functioning is the music room.