Well, that's one way to get me to pack . . .
Primary coping mechanism one: Heatpack across shoulders and the back of my neck. This simultaneously works on the areas I carry stress (and the shoulder that has a history of assaulting nerves), and fries my brain. (I don't overheat well, y'see. My brain tends to shut off in self defense.)
Primary coping mechanism two: clean things. Well, empty out, sort through, repack and clean things. I shoveled the fireplace this morning, for example, and sorted through one of the tubs we use to keep the Beast from knocking over the trash so he can inspect it for crinkly objects and Q-tips. Under some plastic baggage it was determined to be cleaning supplies. W00t!
. . I also packed two boxes of seldom used kitchen utensils and am compiling another box of small appliances.
Thus: my inability to sleep past seven currently (well, six fifty-seven this morning and yesterday), and my massive, massive jitters about househunting (craigslist is Not Updating Fast Enough, and the classifieds are unhelpful) may very well combine to get us geared up to Move. Ph34r. >.>
Primary coping mechanism two: clean things. Well, empty out, sort through, repack and clean things. I shoveled the fireplace this morning, for example, and sorted through one of the tubs we use to keep the Beast from knocking over the trash so he can inspect it for crinkly objects and Q-tips. Under some plastic baggage it was determined to be cleaning supplies. W00t!
. . I also packed two boxes of seldom used kitchen utensils and am compiling another box of small appliances.
Thus: my inability to sleep past seven currently (well, six fifty-seven this morning and yesterday), and my massive, massive jitters about househunting (craigslist is Not Updating Fast Enough, and the classifieds are unhelpful) may very well combine to get us geared up to Move. Ph34r. >.>