Why does moving always take 40 times longer than it should?!? It would be enough to make a girl swear off material possessions, except that most of my material possessions are books, and they are my friends. I am super grateful for Carolyn and Ryan this week; without them, this whole moving business would never have worked.

So it took longer than it should, but I am officially out. Which means I am officially homeless (shhhh!) at least for the next few weeks. It's kind of weird, but not so bad. Of course, I'm getting a very cushy version of homelessness. The only thing I'm really going without is my mattress. I miss it, but somehow I think I will survive.

My project is progressing. I've ordered all the supplies for my last big segment, and they should be in any day now. Once they're here, it will be two weeks start to finish, assuming nothing goes horrifically wrong. Please, please pray that nothing goes horrifically wrong. I need all the help I can get. I've tried to set everything up so that it will work even when I'm a sleep-deprived zombie (I have a labeling system involving stickers -- it rocks!), and I've made templates for all my data analysis, so my results should pretty much be plug and play. I will admit to a sick and twisted delight in making my templates. They are things of beauty. :)

And, pathetically enough, I think that sums it up. I saw an adorable production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory recently; I'll write about that in a bit. Still babysitting my niece as often as I can -- I'm really going to miss that. She's crawling now, and she's gotten really fast. Mobility has given her all sorts of fun new options for gumming. Oh, and I have a really cool and exciting conference coming up next month - an immunotherapy conference at the NIH, in Bethesda. I'm really looking forward to that.