Crabbiness

Packing is making me crabby. The endless supply of things to put in boxes. The more we box, it seems, the more there is to box. And then yesterday I packed up a pile of books only to realize that the one I needed for my 3pm meeting was burried at the bottom of the box. Bill is more of a saver, thriftier than I. Packing every 1/2 bottle of hand-lotion. It is the right thing to do, I'm sure. Why buy more when we have it already. But left to my own devices...

Tuesday is moving day. Walking back from another coffee-date with Kate we marvelled at how unreal it feels. Chicago has been my place for 38 years, and by the end of the week I will no longer be from here.

Today's big question: will I need to print anything between now and Tuesday?