21 days.

We get our house keys in three weeks. I feel like I'm absolutely about to BUST. I drive by the house every second day or so, and it's just so odd to not be able to GO IN. I don't think I've ever had to wait this long for something I've wanted so badly.

(Except for my husband.)

I actually managed to get work done around here tonight. Lots of packing done, a good amount of cleaning, and some phone calls.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. A few weeks ago I dropped a steel cannister on my foot, and I still have a lump. It doesn't hurt unless I poke it. Or, when I try to get my shoe on. I have two pairs of shoes that I can't even *get* on because of the lump. And tonight I gave it a sister lump when I whacked my foot on the table leg.

Graceful, I am not.

Looks like the teams from Amazing Race are in Canada tonight. I think I'll head off to watch that, since it's the final episode. And I'm going to hex the Weavers while I'm watching.