Kismet is adjusting to her new digs just fine, and seems to think that carpeting is way more fun to gallop on than the hardwood floors we had at my house. I'm not certain why that is so, but it is.
My writing room is nearly done being set up, having installed a number of bookcases (5, to be precise) and moved a lot (but not yet all) of the books from my house.
In donating an old table and chairs to a local church group (thanks to my neighbor, who tipped me to their need for furniture), I have found someone willing to take pretty much any and all pieces that I'm not moving to my sweetheart's house or storing for the girls. It's such a relief to know I have a plan in place, I can't even tell you.