It ain't over yet, folks.

We've been in the Other House, kind of camping and kind of regular living. We've got silverware, pots and pans and towels and such. Of course, we've also got air mattresses, a sub-optimal telecommunications infrastructure and a regretable lack of appliances small and large.

This weekend, however craptastic I expect it to be, should bring an end to these conditions and usher in a new era. The rest of the Charlottesville house is going to be packed up and (finally) moved to what we should probably rename the New House. Brainiac also has to put in time at the lab and we're hoping to be able to get together with the one family we've not yet been able to catch up with in during the throes of this extended relocation period. And then back...home. To unpack, hang up, put away and just otherwise get back to normal. I'm very much looking forward to it and I know that the rest of the family is, too. "This doesn't feel like a regular house to me," said the Boy Wonder just last night. And I wonder how going back to the old place will affect Entropy Girl. It cannot be easy to experience these huge changes and have no way to communicating how they feel.

Overall, we've managed things reasonably well. We've got library cards, membership in the children's museum, a recycling and trash hauling contract and hours upon hours invested into figuring out high-speed internet access. Brainiac is completing is first full week at the new job and I've managed to keep up with my home and client responsibilities. Now, about this weekend...