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First of all, happy birthday, Dad! I don't know if you read this, but if you do, rest assured I've been thinking about you today.

After another hour of dealing with gas company drones this morning, I am scheduled to have gas service next Wednesday, from the same gas company that told me, just yesterday, they didn't service my address, and they didn't have my meter number on file. Yes, that's Wednesday, five days of cold showers from now, when Dominion Peoples Gas Company drives down the road to turn a knob outside my house (or whatever they do).

Katy was a dear and let me take a shower at her place tonight, though, after we ate Indian food and the kitties had some play time.

I've been toying with the idea of taking pictures of this place while it's still full of semi-packed boxes. That way, I won't have to make everything perfect before taking pictures because you'll understand I've just moved in, and I won't have to put up with those of you who will bug me for the next three months about sending some photos your way. However, the easiest thing for me to do remains letting you sleep on my couch for a few days so you can see the house with your own eyes, and I highly recommend that alternative to bothering me about taking pictures. The circumstances are especially so if you're willing and able to assist in the unpacking of the semi-packed boxes that litter the first two floors.

Andrew noted yesterday that I might meet my neighbors in the future. Surely to everyone's surprise, I've already met many of them, and I like them! My immediate neighbors are a retired fire fighter and an oncology surgeon, and I don't really know what anyone else does. I did a Google search on the fire fighter's address last night, and I found out that he might have practiced law at some point, too, and that he has the same (uncommon) surname as another person from whom I considered renting a place to live. They're both about the same age... maybe they're brothers or something. Weird.

Maybe there will be pictures tomorrow. Maybe not. Either way, there should be a brand new washing machine and dryer in my basement, expressly for those times before Wednesday when I want things to rotate in a cold drum for a while.