  I have waaaaaay too much stuff. I spent a good chunk of the day packing and then repacking boxes, determining what goes into storage, what goes to the Salvation Army and what goes to CA with me.
I've already mailed 5 boxes to my friend's place in Camarillo. Now I'm wondering if I should mail my yarn. I don't like the idea, but not all decisions are easy to make. I think I may have to break down and buy that Kanga roof pouch after all. I wish I still had my Escort wagon! It's been another day of way too much caffeine. I'm on my second Dr Pepper right now.
At least I'll work off some of the jitters by playing tennis with my friend, Julie, later on. To give you a sense of the disaster area I am currently inhabiting, I've included a couple photos of views from my desk. My leather sofa in disguise. Things in boxes and things awaiting boxes. 
