Forget going day by day; I need more hours in the week. Each day needs about 2 more hours in it for everything that needs doing to get done. Maybe 4 more hours, so we can get some extra sleep hours, too.

Everywhere I look there's something that should be fixed / cleaned / packed / otherwise addressed. Like the places where the old sink attached to the tile in the bathroom, but the one we have now attaches lower, so the filled-in holes in the tile are visible. And then there's poor Tom getting high on noxious paint fumes while putting the last coat on the walls of my closet, so that I can then sort through the remaining hanging clothes and see what I can part with (having done this 3 or 4 times already).

And then there's my job, and my uncooperative laptop, and that dissertation still hanging over my head.... Have to remember to pray at some point each day that someone makes an offer on our house. And practicing random acts of good karma, to stay on the safe side.

The good news is that I knocked out several file boxes full of magazines! It hurt to chuck all those Martha Stewarts and Country Livings that moved from Massachusetts to Georgia and then to Tuscaloosa with me, especially the ones that were addressed to Miranda Mathews. (She got Country Living; Abby Mathews subscribed to A&E's Biography magazine.) Now I simply have a couple of folders' worth of articles instead of multiple bins of complete issues.

Have to remember to keep thinking about all we've accomplished, not all that we have left to do!