I know once I get one more cup of coffee and some breakfast in me, I’ll attack the remaining closets one by one, then each room, building “STAY” and “GO” piles, and it’ll all be tickety boo; at the moment, however, I feel like this:
because packing sucks.
Nourishment in the form of food and upbeat music will goad me into enjoying (OK, enduring) set periods of productivity and pauses to replenish and relish my progress. Hey, I’m almost kind of excited about packing now. Almost.