If all goes well, I'll start the move tomorrow.

I walked through the new house today, and it looks great. I still have to figure out which room is the bedroom and which is the guest room, but I can always change my mind after I have some time to think about it. I'll have some sparsely furnished rooms at first, but I have that in the old house. It'll take a while to get everything like I want it; the key is for me to pace myself.

I've got plenty of help from friends on both ends of the move, and I'm hoping that everything gets there intact. I'm always afraid that furniture will break or things that plug into the wall will explode.

I'm hoping that the girls will like the new place. I'm sure they'll like how much more often I can take them for a walk, since my commute will be so much shorter. That's good, because the backyard is a little smaller than they're used to. They spend so much time inside sleeping on the couch, I think they'll be fine.

There's a lot to do, but I think I can get it all done and remain sane.