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Since college, and without knowing why, I've had nightmares where I've had a limited amount of time in which to pack up an apartment and either get out of the one I'm in or get to the one where I'm going. The problem in the dream is that I never seem to be able to finish packing; I always keep finding more stuff. (There are variations where I just need to get out of the house and go to work but I'm unable to finish packing my work bag, I keep having to put more things into it.)

Literally, today will be about having a limited abount of time in which to pack up and get out -- we have to be completely gone by 5pm -- and we keep finding more stuff. And I'm not going to say this is as bad as the time I randomly and without warning or apparent cause had a panic attack in a Macy's, but it's inching up there. Every time I think about the packing I start breathing hard.

Ultimately it will be okay. There's two of us and there's not realistically a day's worth of packing to be done. The paintings and the few truly valuable other pieces -- things that have sentimental or high monetary value -- have been packed, so if we had to leave something behind at this point, we could. And I don't even think we will.

But I wish someone would tell my autonomic nervous system that.

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Triumph! We have finished packing and loading. Even...the piano.

We were done packing by noon, which was ideal since it meant we got to eat lunch and by the time we were done, the movers had shown up. They were super-duper high, which I'm not sure anyone but me noticed, but I will say they did a spectacular (if somewhat drawn-out) job of cramming everything into the trailer.

We did find more paintings, which meant that I spent most of another day as Sam Starbuck, Fine Arts Photographer. All told, I documented, wrapped, and packed 102 paintings across two days. I've had some requests to share photos and while I'm hesitant to share most of them for multiple reasons, I'll post images of the three I chose to keep in a few days. They're going to Texas for now, since they were all just slightly too large to fit in my suitcase, but I did score some unique silverware (including a cheese scoop, something I didn't know I needed in my life until today) and a few other memorable small tokens.

I wish I could say I was looking forward to getting home, but I have two hardcore intense days of work ahead of me followed by a Friday morning workshop and mandatory volunteering on Friday afternoon.

So really if it could be Saturday soon, that would be great.