Douglas Adams, that great galactic hitchiker, once said: "I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." Today was my day to vacate my house. I'm not sure but that the deadline didn't whoosh by as much as it ran me over.

Fortunately my house is being sold and should close any day now. That means that the previous landlord hasn't got anyone to move in because it isn't going to be his house and the new landlord doesn't own it yet so he can't rent it out, yet. So it's not a problem to stay another week. I hope that does it. This is turning into the Neverending Move™.