My home is in chaos.

Everywhere I look are drifts of things… papers… books… my martini set… all things that couldn’t fit into one box or another and so they wait in drifts for a spot to open up. It’s maddening. My mind reflects the turmoil and I find myself thinking in terms of “future” instead of “now.”

I will be so glad when this move is done.

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