"Adventures in moving" is just a little broad. Let's also file this one under (1) the poor kitty who couldn't fly (Harrison was supposed to fly out Wednesday...and then Friday...and now MONDAY! Poor little guy) and (2) what happens when a door seal is broken during Snowy Icy Disaster Times (bazillions of cold air molecules rush into your home, creating a thermostat reading of...freezing. Not good to see your breath in your house. Heat is now on and the door seal is now fixed, phew).
Possibly also file under (3) North Texas goes Super Bowl crazy (but at least the Pittsburgh and Wisconsin fans know how to drive in ice and snow, right?) and (4) reacquiring your four-wheel drive vehicle in place of rental car on the day The Great Melt begins (although in its defense, the little Nissan Versa did just fine as long as I went slooooowly - driving on the frozen equivalent of a Slip 'n Slide isn't exactly my idea of a good time. Glow sun glow! Melt that snow!).
Who would have thought that I'd need to worry more about snow and ice blanketing North Texas than attacking D.C. this time of year? After powering through Snowpocalypse 2009 and Snowmageddon 2010, I sent up little prayers to Mother Nature for her to please go easy on the East Coast during late January, early February this year. Too bad I forgot to account for crazy Texas weather. Dallas has been blanketed by ice ever since Tuesday...and another six inches of snow fell on Thursday night. At least I was fortunate enough to be traveling on one of the few flights that actually made it from DC to Dallas on Wednesday. Egads!
However...I'm remarkably impressed that both the movers with my giant truckload of stuff AND the car carrier got here TODAY. Thanks for battling the elements, guys! And thanks for unpacking my ridiculous amount of stuff while I spend the day tethered in, knocking out things like address changes. And blogging. And wondering how the heck to arrange the living room.
It's starting to actually feel like I'm back here now and not just on a short visit. Phew. Now, if we could just get poor little Harrison here...