My wife and I are safely in Atlanta. The move itself went very smoothly, though we were somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of stuff we've managed to accumulate in our combined 52 years of life. Once we got to Atlanta, things got a bit trickier. We had the misfortune of moving into a very nice townhouse that is one block south of a recently broken water main which has restricted Peachtree Road to one lane in each direction (though we have water), and several blocks south of the crane man who shut down Peachtree completely. And it is Memorial Day weekend.
So traffic, which I have a phobia about and was already concerned about in Atlanta, has been nothing short of awful. The 3.3 mile trip to our home from the Target next to the Lenox Square Mall, which Mapquest says is an 8-minute trip, actually took more than 80 minutes. Our initial inclination to buy a condo within a half-mile or mile of our offices has become an absolute necessity. It is now my top priority that I be able to travel from my home to work with ease without ever stepping in my car.
I am writing from our local Panera since Comcast will not be coming around until Wednesday to put in our cable and Internet. I was also pleasantly surprised to find that there are still television broadcasts that can be picked up by those little bunny ear antennas. It is like the Dark Ages around our home right now. I may come back here to check email before I start work on Wednesday, but if not, you'll hear from me later next week.