The domino chain of closings fell in its prescribed order, and so without an excess of hubbub we are the proud owners of our new home. We managed to move everything yesterday without breaking anything (that we know of), and are slowly starting to figure out where everything goes. The first night here was a bit weird. After nearly five years in a house, there's a lot about it that one takes for granted. Now we're learning a new system without a manual or an instructor. It'll take some time to find a groove and fit into it.

Harry has been staying with Tiffany's sister since Saturday. Packing was traumatic enough. We get him back tomorrow. I think not having him around contributes to the feeling that this isn't quite right just yet. He had his favored places in the old house, such as the closet in the den, which was where he'd go to hide during thunderstorms. We've been trying to guess where he'll pick to hang out here.

All the utilities got switched over without apparent problem. The cable was hooked up today. Dealing with AOLTimeWarner of Borg is never a pleasant experience, but at least the damn thing is working. And just in time - there's (at long last) a new episode of Angel tonight. Woo hoo!

We're still missing a few things, and it'll be a long time before things like books get unpacked - we have a ton of books and a lot less bookshelf space here since the old house had builtins. But we're moving along and feeling a sense of accomplishment. And on the odd chance that we miss packing things, we get to give my inlaws some quid for their pro quo this weekend, as they are about to embark on a renovation of their downstairs. The fun just never ends around here.