Or trying to. We're up to our eyeballs in cardboard at the moment.

One thing is certain: I love this place. I love being able to walk to a grocery store, to a drug store, to a Starbucks, to a movie theatre, to a park, to any number of restaurants, and to what may be the best ice cream joint there is: Petersen's Ice Cream, which will soon get a blogpost of its own. Three words: eighteen percent milkfat. Eeeeeeeeeeyummy!

Hooked up music last night, which was a dramatic improvement. Sure made my little audiofilly happy.

Today we finally got the phone up and running. Those of you who have been trying to call on our home line, you can actually get through now.

I spent all day yesterday organizing our storage area and building shelves in the pantry closet. Now, it's a matter of figuring out how best to unbox and throw things into place.

The temperature here has been delightful. I gather that the 60-degree days we've been having are unseasonably cool for Chicago; I see a lot of glum natives walking around, grumbling about it. Coming from 95 degrees and 95 percent humidity in NC, though, this place is paradise.

More blogging and pictures on the way -- just haven't had a moment to step back and reflect, you know?