Contrary to what my absence might suggest, I didn't get swallowed up by Maryland! The move went great. Better than "great." We had no issues whatsoever and found all well at our new house. If you don't count the layer of dog hair on the floors. An OCD's worst nightmare. If lawyering doesn't work out, Adam totally has a future in cleaning and getting the funk out of junk. Our house smells amazing and you could probably eat eggs off any surface herein. We're finally making order from the chaos and seeing our space take shape. I'm up to my eyeballs in projects/cleaning/organizing/looking like a polygamist's wife/sleeping like a rock so I'm going to be out for another week, aight? Can you live without me that long? Don't answer that. Ever. My ego can't take it.