boxing which is not foxy

Remind me to never move in the summer. It's too hot to pack. The temperature is sliding down a bit to a manageable mid-20's this weekend.

Some thoughts go through my head as I pack:

• I have a lot of books.
• books are heavy when boxed.
• must remember to keep all the parts of my Ikea shelving taped together in a ziplock so I can figure out what goes with what.

Most of all, as I pack up the last four years of my life, there's one thing going through my head, something that belies the serious and momentous nature of such a move. It's this:



It's been stuck in my head all morning. If I suffer, you suffer too.

You don't know my pain but you read my blog.