Ahhh, the joys of moving.
My new landlord had to move us–evidently the folks in the first apartment roughed it up a bit–to a new apartment. This necessitated much phone calling to those who already knew of the switch. However, I now have it all done.
Made for a fun morning, though. If the phone trail’s this bad, I hate to think what the move’s going to be like. But I blessedly have wonderful friends to help me move.