...almost moved. Beyond stressed out, I have no idea how I'm going to get everything packed tomorrow. I spent today painting while the carpet men put in stair carpet - I can't risk little greyhound feet slipping on the stairs. The carpet men disassembled the bed I had just painstakingly assembled. Tomorrow I will put the bed back together. And go in search of more boxes.
I have an insane amount of books. If only I'd been brave, like Ari was last year, but I just don't seem to be able to get rid of them. Now I'm paying the price, in terms of packing anxiety. I never ever want to move again.