Have I mentioned lately that I HATE PACKING?

I've moved a lot in my time.  And I don't say that in the frivolous sense that I've moved several times.  I've moved at least 20 times in my life.  There is one constant:  packing sucks.  UNpacking is a joy.  It's like Christmas in comparison, because by the time you reach the end of the packing stage, you're just chucking stuff in boxes willy-nilly and hoping you don't run out of cardboard, tape, or packing material, and when you start unpacking THOSE boxes, the contents truly are a surprise.

In any event, I've started sorting and packing for the move to Delaware.  I know it's still a month or so off, but the way I put off unpleasant tasks, this strategy seemed wise.  I started in the hardest room, the office, because I could have the music on, a chat going with Rob, and a comfy chair to start in.  I figure if I'm going to be doing something I hate, I might as well be comfortable doing it.  Darwin has been keeping me company most of the day, baffled at why I keep mucking about with my hands and NOT using them to pet him.  Dustin is just pissed that the cat isn't getting shooed out, but the reason is simple:  the cat has the good sense to stay out of the way of chair wheels and open boxes; the dog doesn't.

Anyway, in the course of sorting and sifting, I came across an old backup CD that I made about 7 years ago.  (No, I don't throw things away if I can help it.)  I posted some of the since-lost pictures of me that I hadn't seen in a while and came to the conclusion that, no matter how much I protested, I was hot back then.  Too bad it's all gone to pot now. *heavy sigh*