Three and a half hours...

The night is almost over. I can survive three and a half hours. Absolutely.

I have a looooong week ahead of me.

I have been having paranoid thoughts about this all week, too. Like, what if I'm severely underestimating the time it'll take me to pack my stuff? What if something goes horribly wrong?

It doesn't help that so far I have exactly two people who have volunteered to help me move. I don't have much stuff, and realistically I can move 90% of it myself, but there are about three pieces of furniture that I can't move on my own.

Anyway, today will be spent doing a LOT of packing. That will give me an idea for the next four days of how screwed or not screwed I am. On the plus side, no one is moving into my current place right away, which means I can always make multiple trips up and down the stairs over the course of a few days if needs be.

Back to the grindstone.

Hurray!

I have people to help me move! This is all to the good.

I have had a stressful day. I ran out of boxes early on in the packing process: not entirely surprising since I had only a "starter kit" from U-Haul, which has only twenty boxes in it, only ten of which are of a size to accommodate books, which is what I started with.

So I rented a car from CommunAuto. First off, there was no car available until 12:30. Fine. I waited, and went to get the car, only to find that the previous renter was running late. He arrived at 12:50, which gave me a little over an hour to go to U-Haul, buy the boxes I needed, come back, unload the boxes, carry them up the stairs, and then bring the car back.

The girl at U-Haul was lovely and helpful, unlike the two strapping young men who sat and watched as I struggled to fit the heavy and unwieldy boxes into the trunk of my car. Incidentally, they didn't fit, and while I was wrangling boxes the trunk tried to close and dealt me a sharp and painful blow to the head.

I came home to find that my delivery from Amazon.ca had arrived in the hour during which I was gone. I was very pleased with this, until I found that the envelope had been slit open and my book was missing. GRAH! Luckily for me ai731 was home and allowed me to rant at her for a few minutes, after which I felt considerably better.

The book debacle turned out better than I thought: I was convinced someone had stolen my book, but it turns out that the envelope got damaged in transit (or something), and they actually still had my book at the post office. I had to sign a bunch of forms declaring that it was indeed my merchandise, and then I was home free! So I am pleased.

In the meantime I am crabby and sleep-deprived. I think I will take a nap for a few hours, and do some more packing this evening.