more moving babble

[jaeclectic]

I actually sort of slacked off work today, let X convince me to go out to lunch (which she paid for; as often as she drives me berzerk, she really is sweet) and then go work at home. Which I could do because the stupid meeting that had been cancelled 5 times already got cancelled again.

Ended up working something like 6 hours total, haven't decided yet whether I should make up the time or reduce my billing for the week. (The thought of lying, cheating, and stealing never crosses my mind.)

So for the past 4+ hours I've been pacing around, packing, pacing around, pulling things out of closets, pacing around, trying to figure out what I ought to focus on, pacing around...

One obvious conclusion is that I need more boxes. Packed up the 3 bookcases in the study, used 9 boxes. (Mind you, that is not all books, it includes photo albums / small boxes of photos / small boxes of cassette tapes. Still, 9 boxes got used.) In the living room, have 5 more bookcases crammed full of books. Small boxes remaining: 6.

Another conclusion is that I was somewhat optimistic in hoping that the contents of the linen closet would fit in two under-the-bed boxes.

Ho hum.

Now just trying to relax and stop thinking about it.