My parents have been living here since we arrived back Monday afternoon. So far my rocking kangaroo (which I did sit on and watch TV) has been shoved into the corner, my kitchen counter is full of rolls of paper towels and cups, my patio is jammed with two patio tables, and one of my book cases that was in the trailer has been destroyed.

On the + side my laundry and dishes are being taken care of for me, the cats are nice to have around, I've been re-united with my animation cels, various figurines, and shelving for my office, I have someone to watch the bonfire for me while I go in and take a piss, and I finally have someone here to drive me to bars (or home from them as the case may be).

They're out right now looking at houses for the third day this week so they are definitely working on trying to find a place. Meanwhile I've been slammed with work and so have been too busy to join them.

That's about it for now. As soon as I find a suitable kitchen table I can begin re-constructing a drawing area and maybe, finally get back in to some kind of normality.