Movin' movin' movin'

NCE again I'm in Utah, hanging out on my mom's laptop (ding-dang touchpad! Bane of my existence, it is!) and doing some quality vegging after several hours helping Miss V pack up her dorm room. And tomorrow I'll do it again. And the day after that, and possibly the day after that (though I sincerely hope we'll be finished by then). We moved quite a few boxes into a storage unit today, but there are going to be a few problematic items -- primarily her mini-freezer, which is still partly full of food and will need to be defrosted before it's packed away, and a huge painted scrim which will not fit into the SUV and might have to be lashed to the roof. It's just another merry adventure in the life of Miss V.

I miss Captain Midnight. I miss Roxy. I miss sleeping in a bed. Mom's sofa is comfy enough, but I'm getting to be an old lady and couch-surfing is rough on the hips. And all this moving and sorting and packing and cleaning and tossing and donating and such is giving me the Urge to Purge. V does not like getting rid of her stuff. At. All. And I have similar pack-rat tendencies, though in my case I think much of it has to do with inertia -- boxes in the garage are out of sight and thus tend to stay in the garage. We have a whole lotta Stuff that we don't need or use, as evidenced by the fact that it's been sitting in boxes in the garage for more than a decade now. I've cleared some of it out, but as the TV product shills say, "But wait, there's more!" It is making me twitchy.

Anyway, when I get back I will give CM muchas smoochas, pay Roxy some attention, and without further ado, start unpacking garage boxes. EVERYTHING MUST GO!