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It's Monday. The move is nearly upon us.

It's crunch-time, folks. We've packed, we've laundricized. We've cleaned. We've organized. And now, it all comes down to this weekend.

Months ago, when we signed the rental agreement, it felt like this week was so far away that it would never arrive. And now, it's here. And we've only got 4 more days to get ready for the move. Such fun.

Now, I know we're hardly the first people to move in history, and we certainly won't be the last. But man, moving sucks. DrummerWife has already declared that she is going to make sure that she's pregnant every time we move, since it makes the process so easy for her. To which I replied that we're never moving again, in that case. I don't think she appreciated that too much.

On top of the move, Easter is this weekend, and the annual Spring DrummerFamily-a-thon begins at about 4:00pm Friday afternoon. For those of you unfamiliar with DrummerFamily-a-thons, they're very much like Red Lobster's Lobsterfest or your local Toyota dealer's Toyota-thon - lots of confused people milling about, all there for the essentially the same reason, yet none of them quite sure what's going on around them. Also, there's usually no seafood, and generally very few Toyotas involved.

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