We have a moving date: a week from tomorrow, the U-Haul will lug our stuff across town.

So, yes, this is what my holiday week looks like. Tomorrow: drive north for band practice. Friday: appliances arrive. Sunday: drive to my in-laws' house for Christmas. Tuesday: drive home. Wednesday: move. Sunday: take my kid to airport; then drive north for a New Year's Eve gig. New Year's Day: drive back to the new house and work and work and work.

In the meantime, Tom will be spray-finishing cabinets grouting the floor installing cabinets trying to track down the plumber trying to track down the electrician loading the U-Haul driving the U-Haul unloading the U-haul and more and more and more and more. Ugh, ugh, ugh.