The packers are here, putting all of our belongings into boxes and brown paper wrapping at a remarkable rate, leaving us with surprisingly little to do. Despite that, I still hate moving.
On the agenda this afternoon: watching 95% of our worldly possessions get loaded onto a truck, then cleaning the house like crazy with a brief interlude for dinner with Jeremiah (who is a hero for understanding the need for a quiet dinner cooked by someone else at this point in the move).
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