The last couple of weeks have been interesting. You know, interesting in the “sell your house, move out, pack your stuff in pods, and move in with your in-laws” kind of interesting. Though most people give me a ghastly look when I share my new living situation with them, I have to say that I really scored in the in-law department. Sure, there have been some transitions like: making our bed every morning (sorry, it’s not a normal strength of mine), resisting the temptation to get seconds of Nana’s Sunday Suppers, finding a place to walk in the neighborhood, and convincing Nana and Papa that “The Voice” finale is actually really good. Just those normal kind of “getting used to each other” stuff. In the…