Rick has spent the past two days working to get the house inhabitable. He just got home and says it's ready to go. The dishwasher and disposal are working, the toilets are flushing, and the upstairs ACs are ready to cool.
"There are plenty of brown recluses, too," he announced gaily. "I killed two. One got away, but I know where he lives."
Tomorrow we'll be moving as much as can be moved. I'm not going to be doing that, of course -- my job will be to measure for mini-blinds and to go get some so we can sleep there tomorrow night.