So I started packing back in February because my parents were coming and I could send one round of stuff back with them. They came back a month later and we loaded up another round. Ever since then I’ve been packing, but nobody has been hauling anything away so we’re pretty much surrounded by boxes and have been for two months.

I still have a lot more to pack, but I’m suffering from the “pace to one side of the room, pick up one thing, pace to the other, put the thing down” wash, rinse, repeat syndrome. In short, I’m not getting much done at this point.

I did make a fair amount of progress in the basement today until I almost got eaten alive by a colony of dead cave crickets that were hiding out in an plastic bin. Yes, you can get eaten alive by dead cave crickets. Particularly when one of them isn’t dead yet. Anyway, they scared me is what I’m trying to say here.

So much time, so little to do. Wait, strike that. Reverse it. There’s so much to do, but very little will to get it done.

What I really want to do is sit down and watch the entire season of something on TV. I don’t really care what, I just want to do that.

Wouldn’t that be the most responsible thing to do right now?