Still adjusting to apartment living. I have no one above me or below me (carport), and the apartment to the right is vacant, so the snoring I hear each night must come from the apartment to the left. Either that or there's a ghost that snores.
Still no furniture, but not because of a lack of shopping. I think I'm stretching muscles that haven't been stretched in many moons. My body is telling me that I'm not twenty anymore.