Now that we’re back in Kentucky and facing the last 10% of what needs to be packed, the exhaustion is really hitting. It’s this last bit, the miscellany that seems to multiply, that drives me crazy when we pack.
I wish we were just sort of tired and slap-happy and then at least we’d be enjoying this part and be laughing and joking around. I’m sure everything will look brighter once we’re moved and the unpacking begins. Of course, at that point, I’ll be unpacking the scores of boxes full of miscellaneous stuff. Best not to dwell on that.