Letters to Myself

Well, it's been a painful three weeks, but here we be, sitting in our new place in Marietta, Georgia. Note the time dilation here: I'm actually writing this Monday eve. I've not got my new internet connection yet, but don't feel much like waiting until the software comes in the mail to get going. Our new cable company doesn't offer cable modem access in our area yet (boo!), so we'll have to start using the built-in 56k modem (double boo!). Ah, back to the days of the World Wide Wait. This is gonna be hard, I can tell. How did the trip go, you ask? As Joe Friday says, just the facts.

• Miles traveled: 956


• Miles traveled while it rained: 420


• Number of times I wished our car had forward-mounted rocket launchers, so I could take out the idiot driving in front of me: 5 (and 4 of those were on the first day)


• Number of cats in car: 4


• Number of cats dancing on my head in the hotel room in Paducah: 1 (Andy)


• Nights spent in in-laws' house: 5


• Nights spent sleeping on an air mattress, waiting for our stuff to arrive via the movers: 10

That should pretty much sum it up. It's been a painful three weeks (in which I haven't written a single word). Got one return in the mail since we've been here, a blue form from Realms of Fantasy. Lisa's started work (so far, so good), and I've got an interview next week (which leaves me plenty of time to take care of other details around the house, such as unpacking). With luck, things'll work out. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go wait in line at the DMV for my driver's license.