Packing it in.....

I can see why moving ranks high on the list of life's most stressful events. I am once again packing up my entire life for a move, and even though I did it just seven months ago, I have still not quite got this thing together.

The sheer volume of things my life seems to require is absolutely staggering. I ran out of boxes, got more boxes, ran out again, and I am still not finished. I think junk is multiplying behind the closed cupboard doors. I open a closet I was sure I had emptied, and three jackets fall out. I double check a kitchen shelf I know that I cleared, and I find a coffee mug and 2 salad plates.

Even more stressful is the fact that life around me has the nerve to keep going while I pack. Dry cleaning needs to be dropped off and picked up, my hair needs washing, my column is WAAY overdue (sorry Marty) and my Amazon.com buyers are clamoring to have merchandise shipped that is currently buried in I don't know which of 22 boxes of books on the bottom of an ever expanding pile.

I haven't had a decent night's sleep in a week, my appetite is gone, my hair is coming out in clumps, and the stress pimples are marching across my face like Sherman through Atlanta. It will all be worth it though, when I can slam the door on the moving pod, put the pets in the car and drive off into the sunset, toward a new life.