Still Buried Under It

Ok, it's true. We've hardly made any progress with the decluttering and the packing. With working, all the back and forth appointments to arrange things for the new house, and just plain lethargy, we haven't made progress. I am trying to avoid a useless swim in the "I suck and can't get anything done" pool, but I really really just want to go upstairs, finish the novel I am reading, and then go to sleep early.

Oh, and P.S. Those motherf***ing developers put the decks on the monster houses overhanging our backyard today. It's appalling. I just know some self-important software millionaires will move in and spend all evening every evening talking talking talking on their cell phones while drinking martinis on those decks. Will they notice when the olive pits they spit out land on my head, on my dog, on my bedroom window? Have I mentioned the decks are right above my backyard? This is a good time to remind myself that I am moving to get away from exactly that.

I have to go pack now.