Which do you Want First?

Bad News: I'm sick. Pathetic, whiney, curl up in a ball, hot then cold then hot then cold, all I want to do is sleep, want to be held sick. I cried twice today for no appreciable reason. Stephen lay on his bed and pretended to curl around me so I could close my eyes and pretend that I was lying there so I wouldn't be so pathetic. I don't know how he puts up with me. Sometimes it amazes me how good he is to me. I don't think I would be nearly as good to myself.

Bad News: Movers suck. We are now at 7 days late, and they still do not have any idea when anyone will be here. @!*#'s.

Good News: We have a house! That's right, Stephen has the keys to our lovely flat in his hot little hands. It takes a huge load off to know that there is some place for us to live. 2 bedrooms, plus a funkily shaped study, a kitchen with a refrigerator that is bigger than a breadbox, and a washer/ dryer. Heaven. It's on the third floor (To us Americans, that means the fourth floor, but I am learning Brit speak now.) It's close to the train that Stephen no longer has to take to work, and is about a mile away from Ashley's school, my school, and Stephen's new work. Walking distance. His mum is already bringing us furniture. She is lovely. I can't wait to meet her.

Additional things of note: Applied for Visas yesterday. Confirmed that the British Consulate received my package of important documents. Reserved rooms at the Grand Canyon for mine and Stephen's mini vacation. After visiting 4 pharmacies, found the important condiment for the important prescription. Had horrid photos taken for the visas. But on a happier note, Kelley sent me a photo that doesn't suck. I think I'll share.