I'm writing this from Ivy Cottage.

This 1930's-era house is now connected to the Internetz.  How cool is that?  The phone company installed phone and DSL yesterday, and Toby brought over one of our computers from home to make sure it was all functional.  So, before we had beds or anything else here, we had a computer hooked to the internet, sitting on the floor in the corner of the library.
Last night Toby and I moved over our bed and the big kids' bed, the couches, and the fridge.  What I call "the necessities of life."  Is the house finished enough that having our stuff here won't complicate things?  Probably not.  However, I'm hoping the psychological boost that comes from taking that big step and sleeping here will pay off.  Mostly, I'm just impatient.