matril | Nothing in particular

Just kind of spinning my wheels here. Tomorrow I'll do the laundry and pack most of the clothes; Sunday after church we'll load up as much as we can into our car. Monday we'll pack up the rest and drive to Boston. So the next three days will be sufficiently busy. Today, however, I've run out of things to do. I've packed just about everything into boxes; I've cleaned and sorted and piled until there's nothing left but the things we'll still need for the next three days. So here I am, bored and wishing it were Monday, even though next week will be a flurry of moving and unpacking and settling and I should probably be glad for a respite. But I'm too excited and anxious; I'm constantly checking boxes and looking for more things to do. I vacuumed the car yesterday just to feel that I was doing something useful.

You know, I'm starting to suspect I might have just the teensiest bit of obsessive-compulsive tendencies...But why isn't the house ever clean then?