I'm never moving again

12 hours after leaving home to work on the old house, we're back home. I'm so tired, I had trouble walking to my parents to pick up the kids. I can't ever remember being staggeringly tired, but now I know what that means.

However, in most ways, the house looks better than when we moved in 9 months ago, so it was worth it. Our landlord was a really nice guy, and I didn't want to cause him any grief. I'm hoping we keep in touch, actually.

Tori Amos tomorrow! Woohoo! And J, sweetheart that he is, is going to try to let me sleep in some tomorrow, because otherwise, as he points out, I might fall asleep during the concert.