Still waiting. . .

Our belongings, recently reported to be somewhere in the Melbourne area after their adventure on the high seas, are still on the loose. We're currently negotiating to have them released into our custody, but it's slow going. I think Uta finds the idea of all our comforts of home sitting in a warehouse somewhere while we continue to live out of suitcases and sleep on an air mattress to be a bit hard to handle. I sent off some necessary paperwork this afternoon, so hopefully we'll be able to get our stuff back soon and get rid of the damn echo in our apartment.