I don't think the last week could have been much longer than it felt; I got all my dad's stuff separated and then what we didn't need to keep (completely different than want, as I was inclined to store it all) we sold to someone who does estate sales.

The property was surveyed and the houses on it inspected, and we'll close on that this coming week; part of me is relieved, but part of me still isn't convinced that once the kids are out on their own we won't regret it.

TK found a decent location to move the dojang into and we've been wrangling with the lease on it; the deal is done and some minor renovations need to take place before we can move equipment and offices over there, but we should be in within 2-3 weeks.

Alex went to the homecoming dance, which meant utilizing Dad's Taxi Service; I have to admit, I minded this less once it hit home that I wouldn't be driving him 45 minutes to pick his girlfriend up, waiting in town all night, and then driving back. Three minutes to her house, ten to the school, and I went home until he called to be picked up. I wound up carting three couples home, and from the loud backseat chatter I think they all had a good time. A sweaty time, too, based on the amped odor level in the car.

But the big thing this week was Char. I still keep waiting for that other shoe to drop and thought it had when she remembered the entire accident; since then, however, she's slept soundly. No nightmares. I've been lying there awake waiting, but she's sleeping. I would still like her to talk to someone, but I can't force her to, and she doesn't see the point.

Starting tomorrow we get Erin's kids for 4 days while she and Miko take a short kidless vacation. The house is going to be loud and we have to block off the kitchen and master bedroom from Travis's crawling explorations (access to the pool from both) and have to keep him from helping Tan and Stoner eat, but it should be fun.

That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.