Only a Couple of Weeks

I'm starting to get panicky. Do you realize that it really isn't that too far away before I leave Pcola?! I have entirely too much to do before I head to Texas and not enough time to do it.

I'm packing now and feel I'm a lilliputian in a herculean world. There seems to be no progress and I'm not feeling good about this....all....breathy....heart palpitations.....shaking hands....good god! I feel overwhelmed. I tried to ease my irrational fears today (as I tried yesterday) and it helps for a good, solid ten minutes. I've started in the den and I think that's where my problem may lie. We spend most of our time in the front rooms of the house, namely the den so the majority of our crap is here. I'm thinking that after work today I start in the back rooms like the bedrooms.

Will be having a garage sale next weekend if you're interested. I have no idea how that will go but it's a monumental task that HAS TO HAPPEN. I can't carry all this shit to Texas with me and I want to get something for the stuff I'm giving away. If you're in Pensacola, I'll have dishes, pots/pans, furniture, bed linens, books, and all the spices of every day living. What doesn't get sold in three days, goes to people and charity....reminder to self: ad in paper.

If you're not doing anything and want to help me move, I will welcome the help. I may have to make a path to the door first.

God, I wish I was Samantha Stephens.