The comforter from my bed and my favorite pillow, on somebody else's couch. A Styrofoam cooler, on somebody else's kitchen counter. Two gym bags on the floor stuffed with jeans, T-shirts, rain gear, two old pairs of sneakers, a pair of boots, toiletries, books, cell phone and charger, maps, radio and important papers. Two bags of cat litter. That is not going to be any picnic, either, as the current arrangement of its contents look like .
Furniture is stacked on furniture, all shoved away from the windows.
The rugs are rolled up and draped across the furniture stacks. Everything is unplugged, shoved aside, stacked up or now needs putting back. The hardest part of it will not be putting everything back in its place, which actually will be a useful exercise in fall cleaning and the first chance in a while to put a broom to certain corners. The hardest part of it will not be losing a weekend, because a weekend filled with such drama is hardly lost. The hardest part will be dealing with the grasshoppers.