internet

So we're here. And we love our house. And some kind friends-of-friends brought us chocolate chip cookies yesterday. And the weather is hot. And we have DirectTV, and we've been watching Top Chef, and Mad Men started last night. And we're not totally unpacked, and we don't have quite enough furniture or things to hang on the walls. And our washing machine is being delivered tomorrow. And our internet will get set up on Thursday. And no farm animals are allowed within city limits. But I did set up a clothesline for drying our cloth diapers in the sun.

So Jack is kindly watching Rosie this morning while I'm at a Starbucks feeding my internet addiction, and now my time is up and I haven't even replied to any emails yet. I've been looking at things like this and this, and trying to wrap my mind around having my own house, planning my own meals, the closest grocery store being thirty minutes away, etc.

That is to say, if I owe you an email, (and I probably do,) you'll have to wait until next weekend.