It was the move that never seemed to end -- considering we started this relocation adventure on New Years Day. The movers from Clancy/United were the most efficient players in the whole slow-motion operation. Two hours to load the truck last week, about two hours to offload our crap here at Berea-Rose. The boys had greatly anticipated the return of their bunk-beds. Mojo inspected the newly-rebuilt structure yesterday and asked (without any hint of playfulness): "Right before we left New York, do you remember who slept on the top bunk?"

(You see, when they first got the bunk-beds, they worked it out between themselves to alternate who gets the top/bottom bunk each night... Maniacs.)

So we spent the entire evening schlepping boxes around the place; I must've run the stairs a hundred times (I really hate when I'm in the basement holding something that I know should be stored in the attic).

We still went to sleep early -- Alane leaves for work pretty early and I'm starting to enjoy having the house to myself as the sun rises and the boys snooze.

And Ellie, don't despair over having psychopaths as neighbors. Things could be so much worse. You could have Vito as a banker!