52 hours and ticking. I don't think at any point, prepared as one might be, that one ever is completey ready to move overseas. My room looks like the destruction path of a tornado, and I wallow about in confusion.

I've bought one of those atomic clocks that sets itself...it's been a disappointing last 42 minutes I've been trying to receive a signal. I guess there's a lot of atomic clock-setting activity going on right now, and the air waves are busy.

Coffee, coffee, coffee.