Once again, we are preparing to move. Once again, I'm standing ankle-deep in random crap while turning my possessions into tidy, labeled cubes in neat stacks. (The tidiness of the cubes and the neatness of the stacks is all that keeps me going when the chaos gets to me.)
What's complicating this move is that we're going to a somewhat smaller place -- so there's a real incentive to offload unneeded extras -- but time is tight and I'm doing most of the packing (D already has a job in the new location, so he's only home for half the week). I have a suspicion that we're going to end up living in a pile of too much stuff for a few weeks, and paying to move stuff we don't want to keep.
Meanwhile I also have an essay to write, but it's definitely on the back burner for the next two weeks.