Ten

I have gone from 0 to 60 in like a second.  Seriously,  there I was sitting around on my fatty, cheese butt since about December, crawling up off the couch only for the odd vacation here and there.  I've been this lonely huisvrouw for months.

Suddenly, wham!  I'm at full throttle.  Cancel this, line up job that.  Sell this, debate whether or not to keep that.  Thank you, Craig, for your wonderful list. I am eternally in your debt. 

Our to-do list manages to get longer even as we check things off.  But we're getting there.  We have to.  The packers come Thursday.  The loaders come Friday.  We touch down in Dulles on the following Tuesday. 

Some of you may be thinking, "so Jen you got a place to stay?"

In fact we do.  We've done something crazy.  Unthinkable.  We've rented a place.  Sight.  Unseen.  You'd understand if you've been living in a teensy, weensy hovel for two years.  We didn't even have a proper one bedroom.  All four us (Me, husband, dog, cat) crammed into this shoebox.  Opportunity knocked.  We opened the door.

Dabysan did us a great honor by viewing our new abode, so at least one person has had a looksee.  Dabysan's words were something like, "If I were looking to settle down with someone, I'd be pretty bullish about this place."  He also used the word "cute."

Could you pass up 3 bedrooms in all their free-standing glory?  Could you pass up a front porch, a back deck overlooking a proper yard?  Could you pass up biking distance to Old Town Alexandria, well inside the Beltway?  To seal the deal, I offer up three words:  Evening Star Cafe.