We found a new place to hang our hats.
We've given notice.
When the moving company confirms, I can say exactly how much time I have until I move, but it's only a couple weeks, I hope.
So...instead of sorting through pictures and preparing another post (this one about how I broke the plane on my way back from LA), I interrupt my life with sorting, organizing, and packing. (Oh and getting rid of stuff.)
I usually don't mind the sorting and organizing. It makes things look neater when you are cleaning. But sorting to pack? That just blows. I have piles of stuff everywhere as things start coming out of the closet (pack what you're not using first, of course) and then the boxes are RIGHT THERE, in your way...just asking for another accident.
Oh yeah, more on that later, but really? I gotta go. One more box to finish before I break for lunch.