All three of us are alive and well and in Pigsbird. The Goob is next to me, watching a DVD (Ice Age 3), and playing with stuffies. The husbeast is on an Epic Quest for a packie (specialized booze store). I am standing at the window sill, typing, because this is the only place we can get wi-fi until the cable people get here Sunday and hook us up.
Today was part one of buying all that pesky stuff you need to set up a house. Part two is... sometime this weekend. When we can feel our feet again.
I've had to build the kitchen pretty much from scratch, because all our stuff is in storage. As with so much else, it's kind of fun, and kind of a royal pain in the ass. The new kitchen is so small, I'm thinking of it as a chance to show off my efficiency skills. That's the spin I'm using to get through it, anyway.
Most of our stuff is in boxes, still. My feet hurt too much to do any spinning. My hands hurt to much to knit. Mostly I think I'm going to sleep the whole weekend.
But we're here, and all is well.