Remember back
here where I noted that the house was in pretty good shape for the upcoming family visit?
A moving truck arrived today. Now, I was expecting the truck, and expecting many of the things that were on it (antique furniture from the family home that my parents have been wanting to distribute to me and my sister for ages) -- but there were also a number of surprises tucked in that I was NOT expecting.
The house is now covered with dozens of extra boxes and other odds and ends of "things Aspen might like so when in doubt send it along" that I will need to sort through and put away somewhere before guests arrive.
This, of course, has to happen by next Friday. Also by next Friday, I have to finish the giant research grant proposal of ultimate importance that will determine the direction of and have a giant impact on both my current job and future career.
Guess which one is going to win out in claiming my time?
Oh well. My family can deal with boxes! They probably know what's in them better than I do, anyway.