Entering Internet Black Hole

We're packing. Moving men come tomorrow at 9 or 10. We've informed them that we'll be paying them to pack some of our stuff, since we've spent most of the week over at the new place, priming and painting, repairing some of the damage wrought on our plaster walls and ceilings by the electricians. We also had a great handyman, who lives in our building, working there for three days doing same, plus repairing a couple spots in the hardwood floors upstairs.

Today, the windows went in, or at least they were beginning to go in when I left the house at 9:45 a.m.

I've been up until 2 the last couple nights, and I think I may have pink eye. So I'm going to turn in "early," at midnight, and get back at the packing in the early a.m.

Most of the packing was actually done by my parents, bless them. And my mommy is coming back tomorrow morning, early, to help us out some more.

There are so many things I want to tell about the kids, like how Nutmeg loves her swimming lessons and how Filbertine is scooting herself short distances across the floor to reach coveted objects. But I. Must. Sleep.

The computer's getting packed after I finish this, so I'm not sure when I'll get back online. Do nothing till you hear from me, darlings.