The move took an excruciatingly stretched-out five days. The truck rental company screwed us over, leaving us scrambling for a replacement moving van at the last minute. Our mattress did not fit up the 19th-century spiral staircase. We had to send an extra couch to the curb, because it was too fat to fit in any of the 4 doors. We are sleeping on the couch, and unpacking boxes with the verve and fitness of creaky 90-year-olds. We will not have Internet or cable until Tuesday afternoon. What does this mean for you, dear readers? Until then, expect cell phone photos of my animals and books and maybe a quote or two. Regular content resumes on Wednesday.