This, my ninth move in six years, has been the move to end all moves. In the past five days, I have had three addresses and one nervous breakdown. Currently, I am down to two homes (about a block and a half apart) and my emotional state is closer to delirium than psychosis; so that's progress.
The current state of my new(est) kitchen is not conducive to cooking at the moment.
Fortunately, the booze is quite accessible.