The Empackening, part 2

I finished packing the kitchen. I finished packing the giant cabinets just outside the kitchen that are full of tools and circumflatulation supplies. I packed the coat closet and my bedroom closet, thereby filling four wardrobe boxes and then some. I packed my corsets, long gloves, and fishnets.

In other words, I've attained my goals for the day. I think I'm going to make it.

Good Goddess, how did I fit all this stuff in an apartment that's under 500 square feet? Fabulous 1950s built-ins, that's how. As I sit in one corner of my bedroom I can't see the opposite corner because there are boxes in the way, stacked three deep in some places. It's a really good thing my son isn't coming over this week.

I have enough clothes. I actually like my wardrobe. And I need to donate some items that I haven't worn in forever. I also have to get a couple of dresses dry cleaned because they have mildew on them.

It's a small miracle that I haven't trashed my back. At the rate I'm going I probably won't.

Left to pack:

• my dresser
• my built-in drawers and wardrobe right next to my dresser
• my small bedroom bookshelves
• my work computer and network gear, after EOD Thursday; my personal machine is packed
• the art on the walls
• the few dishes I left out
• the stereo – I need it playing for morale
• the printer
• the bathroom
• my drying rack, which just means wrapping it with film
• my storage space in the basement

How did I sleep on the floor last night? I slept the sleep of the just.