We almost have a house, darlings. Not to live in, of course; just to pay for. We need to purchase it, then have any internal work done before I can move in since I'm not allowed to breathe dust, mold, etc. So it may not become The Domicile till early '08, but at least we're on our way to ending our long-term mooching off nice people. Squatters Unite!
This cartoon from The New Yorker sums up where we are: