half done?

This morning some guys came to my apartment and in slightly less than two and a half hours accomplished an amount of packing that would have taken me whole weeks. Not long after they arrived I was felled with a splitting headache, which is pretty much gone now that they've been over at Himself's place for a couple of hours; I credit a prescription excedrin, some stretching, some time with the ice pack, a little blood sugar, and the fact that they're not in the act of putting all my worldly goods in boxes anymore. (Mind you the worldly goods are all in boxes, but somehow the state is different than the action.)

I'm off to take some things to the new place and some things to the goodwill. Tomorrow a crew will come to load the worldly goods into a truck and bring them to the new place, and I predict more headaches and queasiness and some tears, but eventually we'll both be okay. :-P

♥