DRAGGING...

This is just to let the five of you know that I am in fact still alive. But I feel like my life is all about eating, sleeping, and unpacking boxes. While it is true that I have moved twice in two years and downsized by half each time, I don't seem to have gotten the message: leave some [half?] of it all behind. It still overwhelms me how much "stuff" I kept and moved and now have to deal with. Surely at some point I will realize that I can't go on like this...

But that point hasn't arrived yet. I salvaged two more bookcases when it became clear that there was just no way I was going to fit all the books I have into the space I had available. On the other hand, I lost two bookcases [well, they were short ones, but still] to CD's, and am beginning to feel that all I am doing is moving things around from pillar to post and back again...

But it is clear that something like progress is taking place. You can actually see the floor in both rooms, and if I needed to, I could lay the mattress down and sleep here, although I have yet to locate half of my bathroom stuff, hence have no soap, no shampoo, etc. That could make moving in ahead of time a leetle unpleasant.

And last night was one of those nights: the Goat woke me up several times to let me know that I had woken him up. I guess misery loves company. By the time I was awake enough to drag my sorry ass out to the couch where I could [in theory] snore to my heart's content, it was so light out that neither of us went back to sleep. Good grief.


One move at a time.
One box at a time.
One day at a time.

Hang in there.
C