Slam!

All right, we've been darn busy.

Last Monday (the 18th) we successfully closed on our house. The transaction couldn't have gone more smoothly, though our schedule was air-tight that day.

The day went like this:

6:30 am Marci preps for her 9 and 10 am classes (two she is teaching, not taking).

7:30 am I begin the day, too.

8:30 am Leave apartment to drop Marci off at the campus.

9:00 am Marci teaches, I head to coffee shop to catch up on university email and make some calls to organize our next housing plans (more on that later).

10:30 am Marci ends her second class early so that we can make our 1pm closing through major distance and traffic.

10:41 am Postmoderndad develops a huge, inconvenient headache.

11:22 am Marci calls university bookstore and a colleague from the car to see if another copy of her literature text is available for the afternoon class she is teaching (it seems we packed and stored some of the books we need on the POD, which is in an unknown warehouse, which Marci calls a Where?House). The bookstore is out of copies, so she leaves a message for someone else who may have it).

11:43 Colleague returns call; she indeed has the needed text. This is great, except that Marci hasn't done the reading yet.

12:54 pm I grab cup o' chili to go and cappuccino from a place a couple doors down from the title company.

1:02 pm We make it more or less on time to the closing, greet our realtor, the buyer, her realtor, and the title company lady.

3:05 pm All the papers are signed, we leave with our profits.

3:08 pm I stop by our (former) next-door neighbor's house, access their garage with a key they loaned me, and fill our rented minivan with the remaining items we couldn't fit in the van during the previous day's 11 hours of loading and cleaning. I notice our buyer's POD is already in our (former) driveway. Man, she isn't messing around.

3:15 pm depart for the university (not the one where Marci is teaching and working on her PhD, but the one where we both work full time--a one hour drive).

4:20 pm I drop off Marci on campus so that she can teach her 4:30-7:30 class (she has about 9 minutes to review the text and teach it for 3 hours).

4:38 pm Deposit house profits at the bank.

4:50 pm I consume a burger at a themed restaurant (head continues to pound).

5:41 pm Pick up Claritin D at Walgreen's and take a single dose, 24-hour pill.

5:58 pm Pounding subsides (a thousand blessings upon you Claritin D people).

6:15 pm I arrive back on campus to return calls, email, and prep some final notes to teach my 7:30-10:30 class.

10:30 pm Marci and I depart campus for the hour and a half drive to our apartment.

11:10 pm We hit late night construction traffic.

12:40 am I drop Marci at the apartment and she goes to bed; I head to our storage facility to unload the rented van (remember, I filled it with a bunch of stuff earlier).

12:46 am An apocalyptic pouring rain ensues.

1:17 am I complete emptying the van, and return to our apartment.

1:22 am-3:00 am I clean the cats' box, dump the garbage, watch Mad Max (the good one without the American dialect overdub) on Showtime, then go to bed (we have a 9am meeting with our realtor scheduled today).

The preceding Monday timeline pretty much marks our period of "critical mass" in our relocation/new life plan transition. If everyday was like this I'd be in a coma.