Argh
Hoo boy. Sitting here at work, trying to fight down a big ol wave of anxiety and worry that's trying to overwhelm me. I half wonder if this move is going to kill me with all the stupid crap that keeps coming up. There's still stuff to pack or get rid of at home and it seems like there's no end to it. Every time I think I'm making progress, there ends up being more stuff. Heck, and then there's the cleaning that needs to be done.