I’m feeling pretty good. Packing is going along fairly well. I mean, yeah, I have far too much stuff. Like way, way too much stuff. But last night I went through and pulled out three boxes of stuff that I just had stored away, went through it, threw a bunch of stuff out, put a bunch of stuff aside to give to Goodwill, and managed to consolidate those boxes into one (okay, one box with some stuff left over). I’m bringing home a bunch of boxes from work, which is helpful. I spent four hours yesterday stuffing tote bags for our conference. Woo. But it does add up to a LOT of empty boxes. And I had some lovely dreams this morning involving running into Colin Firth in a California Pizza Kitchen. He was very nice. But my stupid alarm clock woke me up from this. Twice. Bastard.
Current song in my head:
“Before We Say Goodbye” by 2Gether