June 28th, 2006

roadkill soup

Weariness

I've been puttin' along all afternoon, sorting and packing, but it doesn't look like I've made much progress. I've been slowly getting through eight years of stacked-up papers, all of which have to be at least glanced at before being pitched.

I have never lived any one place so long before in my life. And I am such a packrat! Aaargh!

Later on, I think collinsmom and I are going to get out of town for a while to blow the cobwebs out of our heads.

You know, I don't mind the heavy lifting and the boxing of stuff that goes into moving. What I hate is the sorting-out, the sifting-through, the slow, plodding work of deciding the worth of all the stuff you punted on a long time ago. Ah, me. The great and evil day is upon us.