God it was good to be home this weekend, spending time with Jill.

I guess technically, it wasn’t home any more. We closed on the sale of the condo on Friday, although we don’t have to be out until 3/31. But we were together, with our stuff, in a place we feel comfortable.

Jill picked me up Friday and we went straight to Ma Ma Wok for sushi and three-cup chicken. When we got there, Brandi and Parveer were just finishing their own three-cup chicken — which was perfect. It was great to be able to congratulate Parveer for his recent geek exploits. Jill even got into it, talking about event-geeking with her buddies in Jacksonville last weekend.

Saturday, we headed into DC for a romantic dinner at Coppi’s, which used to be our favorite neighborhood restaurant when we lived at 3rd & Q. Sunday we ate leftover bliss potato pizza and cleaned out our most chaotic closet in preparation for the big move. Maybe not the most romantic thing we’ve ever done, but at least we were together.

Last night sucked.

I got home, finished reading the Traci Lords book, and fell asleep in the temp apartment. Around 2 am, I woke up to the horrible, scary, violent, raging sound of a dogfight outside of my window. It freaked me out so much I couldn’t even look. I just pulled the covers over my ears and hoped it would end soon. Which it didn’t, or so it seemed.

I am CAMPING OUT in our new house as soon as we close. The new neighborhood doesn’t seem like a scary dog fight neighborhood. I brought the inflatable mattress down from Reston with me so I can start staying there immediately.