hmmm....

so.

Didn't take long.

My darling hubby met me at Rm. 30 this morning, where, in true morning-person style, he had packed every remaining box into his car before I even managed to buy coffee. Last of all, we packed up the no-name Beta fish (who accompanied me to drop off the paperwork I wrote about yesterday), and drove off into the sunset (or, sunrise, geo-realistically speaking).

And that's that. The hubster also managed to save all my computer files (something that wound up taking more f'nagling than I'd've thought) on something I could easily bring home with me. Then, we took a moment to mull over the changes in computer memory capacity within the span of our lives thus far (I am an MS-1 Computing Engine...).

So, I'm officially moved out. Now, to move in! My new district just finished up today, so I hadn't bothered to set up a time to go over there yet. But, as the hubby pointed out, it's 10 minutes away, so I probably won't mind making round trips...

And now, I'm firmly ensconced at home with my pups, indulging in junk food and a 'Charmed' marathon (first season...with Pru in all her witch-tastic oldest sister glory). I know my seester will confirm that this is exactly what life in San Fran would be like if my Paganish household were to make for the west coast.

Mmmm....bad TV and Oreos. Sounds good, but I'm noting a disturbing early-summer trend toward couch-potato-hood. I will blame it on the scattered showers, and chilly temperature (68 degrees!).

I promise, later summer posts will be full of productive reports about the splendors of first grade, the social studies units I have planned, hiking, canoeing, and quality dog-time (I ever tell you about how I always thought there was probably some German cognate for "quality time" that was related to the "Qualitatswein mit Pradikat" that my parents would buy? Qualitatsteim mit Parents. Or something.)