Aaaannnd...we're done

It took until about 6 p.m. Monday, but, for the most part, my move is finished. Everything is in the house (it feels so weird to write that), and all that's left now is the arranging. And there is a lot of arranging to do.

The last detail on the list? Cable and internet installation. Although they were scheduled to arrive between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m., the Comcast techs didn't show until about 3:30 or so. But when they did, they got right to work and spent an hour or so in the rain running the line from the pole to my house (my house!) and then got everything wired inside. I should point out if they'd arrived during the scheduled window, they wouldn't have had to work in the rain. Such is life.

It feels so good to have my electronic links reestablished. Not having it was almost like losing one of my senses. Yes, I know, I'm the one who complains about our dependence on the Net and social media and all that, but it still feels funny to be without.

Anyway, that's all for now. I've got some unpacking to do.

Eight hours to go

I find myself unable to sleep.

It's 2 a.m. on Friday morning and I'll be signing the papers for my new house in a little less than half an hour. O.K., it's more like eight hours, but you know me, I'm totally incapable of passing up a chance to quote The Princess Bride. Two hours after that the movers show up and we get this show on the road.

But right now, I can't sleep.

I know everything should go well today - I have a really good agent and mortgage company (if anyone needs a reference I'll be happy to pass along their info) who've crossed every i and dotted every t.

But still I'm awake. I feel like I'm planning my country's 500th anniversary, a wedding, a murder and how to blame it on Guilder. I'm swamped.

About 96 percent of my stuff is packed. The boxes, if stacked end-to-end would reach from here to the moon and back. Well, at least it feels that way. That last 4 percent, though, is kicking my butt. It always seems that way.

Don't know why I can't find my to Lilly White's party (as my mom used to say). Since noon yesterday I've been busting my ass to get things packed and there are still some glaring omissions from the packing job - namely my dvd player. For some reason it never made it into a box and for the life of me I don't know why I don't have the manufacturer's box to put it in. Also still standing are the shelves in kitchen, but they knock apart pretty quickly.

All right, maybe now that I've written this down I'll be able to get my mind to relax and let me sleep.

Now if I can just avoid the shrieking eels.