a wolf angel is not a good angel

I am, very slowly, putting all the stuff I don’t need in boxes. All my linguistics papers: boxed. (With the exception of about three, which I need for my conference next week. Next week! Ack.) My clothes are all put away (or in laundry baskets). I even threw out some stuff I no longer need, although not quite enough.

I took everything off my bed, which had been my storage place, and put my sheets in to be washed. Next will be my duvet cover, which will undoubtedly kill the dryer, which needs two or three run throughs for ordinary laundry.

I wish I could dry them outside, but they’re still doing construction, so it would just get all dirty and dusty.

I hate packing things. I am a packrat, and no matter how much I sort of want to, I can’t let go. That philosophy paper I wrote when I was 17, that sounds exactly like a 17-year old wrote it, and that I’m too embarassed to reread? Yeah, I still have it.

Oh well. Slowly slowly. I got a fair bit done over the past few days. I have bagsful of garbage, which is usually a good sign that I’m doing something.

Tomorrow at 11 someone’s coming to give me an estimate of moving expenses. So that’s why I’m doing it now. Still, it’s not a terribly bad idea; it will save me lots of time in May. And then I can have people over for a big goodbye thing . . . it’s such a depressing thought.

But my room is cleaner, and it smells of lilac (candle) and hyacinth (real), and I have pizza in the oven, and I’m going to Europe next week and I don’t need to take the train to the airport. How much better could things be?

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