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Are you sitting down? Because what I am about to tell you will blow your mind. In the likely event that you haven’t been following this little endeavor of mine from the beginning, here’s a refresher course. I am married to Wife, who is lovely. We have a cat, named Cat. We used to live in Los Angeles, but then we moved to Boston, and this is where it gets interesting. Our plan, from the start, was to move back to our hometown to be closer to family, and instead of forking over large sums of money into the bottomless pit that comprises the renter’s market, we took drastic measures: we’re moving in with the parents. Now, we’ve been here in Boston for nearly two weeks, but the newly finished basement (many thanks and gratitude to Wife’s parents for that) is still not ready. Thus, in the interim of all this, we have been staying up the street, at my parents’ house. That’s right. We are a young, married couple…living at my parents’ house…so that we can move in to my in-laws’ house…which is down the street from my parents’ house. I guess it’s kind of like “Inception,” only instead of cool, sexy Leonardo DiCaprio infiltrating our dreams, it’s our parents. Oh, and one more thing: my parents are remodeling their house as well, which means my room is under a pile of rubble, so Wife and I have been sleeping in my sister’s room. Also, we can’t let Cat out of this room, you know, because of the constant digging and jack-hammering. Without painting you too much of a picture, Cat’s litter box is located approximately ten feet from our bed. [pauses, takes hit off inhaler] To answer your question, “Yes, I will be writing a book about all of this.” For now, keep visiting the site for updates on our slow descent into madness.