Instead of writing and blogging, I've been moving. What a pain. It's been twenty-two years since our last move and I forgot how hard it is. Boxes everywhere, all filled with more packing paper than possessions. We gave away about a third of our library before moving and we still have boxes of books as far as the eye can see. I hate corrugated board.
The popular refrains around the house are:
What is this?
Where is the rest of this?
and Why did we keep this?
I've heard there's no rest for the wicked, but I haven't been that bad. Really.