I let myself have a few precious hours of rest, of which maybe two hours sleep at most. It did me a lot of good. Have worked a lot more, but there's so much stuff and I'm out of boxes and what the hell do I do now? Mom will be here at nine, expecting everything to be ready to load into the van. Thankfully she'll bring my sister with her to help us. Sister will have to take the train home.
Meanwhile the cat keeps asking to be let outside, one of my desk drawers is stuck, I'm still out of boxes, and I can't call anyone over to help me because it's still too bloody early in the morning.