The move went fine, though much slower than expected. Sadly, Vinnie's guys were not as good as last time we used them, but at least its all over now. 4 nights sleeping in the new place and it still is great. And before we even have a chance to get settled, we're taking off to New Orleans for Jazz Fest. Hope to return Sunday night with a tan and some good pics, nice and relaxed.

Back from a site visit in Maine. Flew up to Boston Wednesday evening, drove 3 1/2 hrs from Boston to the site, scrounged around in the woods looking at possible road alignments for future roads at an unnamed ski resort, played in the snow in a t-shirt, drove back to Boston, stopping in Portland on the way to eat some lobster, slept 5 hrs and then hopped on a plane back to work this morning. When I get home from the office (hopefully I will be leaving early!), I will take a power nap before attempting to move our kitchen and bathroom prior to the movers appearance on our steps at 8am tomorrow. At least I got to see one of my old roommates in Boston for dinner.

Stay tuned for the newsmaking report on which hotels give the best toiletries.

Last night, I started feeling nervous about closing on our apartment, as we boxed up most of our living room in anticipation of moving this weekend. But since I was also exhausted from swimming in the morning and working until after 7, I couldn't tell if that accounted for some of the butterflies. However, I just walked out of the bank with a very large check. And boy is my stomach buzzing. In just over an hour, Sam and I will walk into a lawyers office and sign away our savings for a lovely apartment in Clinton Hill. We will move our stuff over the next week, with the movers doing the heavy lifting on Saturday, and by the time we head down to New Orleans for vacation next weekend, we will be living in our new apartment and enjoying a much needed vacation.

I have to head up to Maine for work later this week, so I doubt I'll have time to post for another few days (or anything else for that matter!)

And since I haven't had a chance to write up about my company work session/retreat in Sonoma last weekend, you can check out the photos for yourself.

I thought that I would have a chance this morning to upload some pictures and write a nice post about how I used the rainy Saturday to bake and the rained out frisbee game to get all sorts of stuff done on Sunday, especially since yesterday was so busy at work I was sure to be due some downtime, but no, its almost 8pm and I'm waiting to upload some files to an email since our network has pretty much self-destructed and we're in limbo until our server comes. I didn't even have time to finish up my paperwork for my PE (professional engineer) application, which is due on the rapidly approaching deadline of May 1. Which would be fine except the hard part is writing up a very detailed past work experience, which I need to mail off to my former bosses so that they can send everything in in time. It doesn't help that I'll be flying to SF for a work retreat early Thursday morning. I need a pause button.

Yesterday, I worked an 11 hour day (I know that for some people this is normal, but for me, its not, so I'm allowed to complain). And that would be fine if it was really doing work the whole time, but the last hour and a half was arguing with my computer, coaxing my files out of the office so that my boss could access them up in Boston. My email hasn't been happing sending emails (though it manages to receive them just fine), and the connection to the FTP site disconnected half way through. Our connection to the San Francisco office seems almost non-existant these days, meaning we're just praying that my computer doesn't crash here since we are unable to backup our files (our external harddrive that is supposed to back things up hasn't worked from day one). At 7:30 when I finally was confident my boss could access everything he needed, I decided cooking wasn't going to happen that night. I called Sam and asked him to meet me at Blue Ribbon, a necessary indulgence during Brooklyn's Restaurant Week. 45 minutes later, we were seated and placing our orders. Definately a way to put me in a good mood. Sadly, today is more of the same, but hopefully a movie will appease me instead.

Last weekend, I abandoned my husband for a night to go down to a spa down on the Jersey shore for my best friend's birthday. There was a lot of wine, junk food and relaxation. And apparently so much girl talk that I lost my voice by Monday morning. As you might imagine, my teleconferences were oh so interesting. Its a good thing that my boss started in the NY office yesterday, so he was able to hear my whispers. Girls weekend rock. And are totally worth laryngitis. Though maybe not quite the hacking cough that is accompanying it.