Dad was going to hook it up sometime this week, but we managed to move all of our (freakishly heavy) belongings - furniture, stuffed toys, rugs, hygiene stuff, televisions, etc. - in just a little over four hours, just him and me, and with plenty of injuries between us. He's got a sprained pectoral muscle and a bruise or two, and I look like someone walloped me with the refrigerator, and we're both STILL bone-tired, so it might be a while yet before my internet's back in full force...