We watched Serenity last night via the wonders of HDTV—barlow_girl's first time to see it. Great flick.
The Andrewses are coming over this evening to catch up on Battlestar Galactica, our first time entertaining houseguests since our apartment became ground zero Memorial Day weekend. Last time they came over, the landlord was replacing the steps down to our door, obstructing our only entry/exit for around eight hours—which wouldn't have been as frustrating if he hadn't repeatedly claimed the job would take an hour. The work is one understandable level of frustration, but the gap between what we're told (or not told) and what actually happens is a whole other slice of cake (iced thickly by the fact that they tend not to admit there's a gap at all, either after the fact or in advance of the next project). It's cold and cloudy today, so hopefully that will afford us some peace to enjoy our company and our home.
Speaking of which, I should probably start heading homeward to help clean up a bit. It does feel good to continue resettling our place, even when we can't be sure when the next disruption is coming. The illusion of control is hard to let go, but that's probably for the best overall, too.