All moved in. At least, all my stuff is here. None of it is where I want it to be, not to mention where I expect it to be.
But I’ve got InterWeb, and a bed for when I’m sleepy, and something to eat when I wake up, and clothes to wear. The rest will sort itself out in time.
Oh, but no music. I can’t remember how I had my iPod hooked up to my stereo. No music, no life. I want my music!