We are officially at the new place.

The past couple weeks have been a blur of moving endless boxes and cleaning (most of it involving attacking Pope's relentless fur --Jon & I have a theory that when we've vacuumed up every bit of wisp of fur we see, Pope's body will spontaneously emit a new round of fur balls, like a walking time bomb of sorts), and a lot of things have been neglected, like this blog.

I'm still settling in, getting used to light switches in different places and a gas stove and windows on the first floor--not only can we look out, but people can look in. Pope has discovered a new source of entertainment--birds pecking on the grass right outside our living room window. We're no longer in the trees, where he could watch squirrels bounding from branch to branch.