After a move that included: not one, but two exploding air mattresses; no refrigerator; a broken refrigerator; a busted water pipe in the kitchen; a broken water-temperature gauge in the shower; lost stuff; delayed stuff; broken stuff; a visit from the police; car trouble; cats urinating at 80 MPH; broken gate-community clickers and passcodes; a malfunctioning cable modem; a broken cable box; a broken TiVo; movers arriving early and delivering late.
After all that, I am finally back to almost-functioning. A series of entries detailing how anything that could go wrong, did is forthcoming. The important thing is that I am fine, Phil is fine, we are no longer sleeping on the floor and Zito apparently got that urge to pee in inappropriate places out of his system as I was merging from the 580 to the I-5. Maybe someday, we will be unpacked.