Direct from my living room

Now online! From home, even! Never thought I'd see the day. Managed to untangle the spaghetti of cords and hook everything up - even the speakers! And it looks like the printer might even cooperate.

The Comcast guy showed up at 10:40 and as far as I can tell, we paid him for his time and a hole drilled through the floor. After a while he called me in and informed me that "your computer is not hooked up," and left pretty much right afterwards. I got everything hooked up and VOILA! Internet. E-mail? No. But I did speak to a customer service rep who put in a transfer request for our three e-mail addresses. And now we wait, 24-72 hours. Yeah.

The cars, both of them, are now parked where they belong: in the garage. Larry took a buttload of bags and boxes and assorted crap out of the garage and dumped it on the back porch, and I started going through it. And then, um, the Internet came up and I've been kinda busy. He's gonna come in here in a minute and suggest that I resume unpacking. And I should. But the wedding photos are online and I've got a lot of Facebook to catch up on and...and...

OK. Crashing sounds from the back porch. I get the hint.