I’m preparing to move.
I’ll be heading off to the place whence I came. But preparing for the move is almost overwhelming. I am old now, and I simply don’t have the energy for this kind of thing anymore. My last week of work is coming up, and I’ve passed on all my responsibilities already, so I literally sit at my desk with nothing to do except think that if I were home I could at least be packing or picking more things to simply throw away.
But really, I’ve barely gotten started, and I seem to be better at thinking of things to do other than packing stuff up. Heck, I’m even updating this silly little blog rather than hop to it. I’ve hopped to it all my life, and I’m tired of it. Frankly I don’t really even want to go to the store and get shipping boxes, as being around people is more and more abhorrent to me. But I suppose I must.
At least I have a few people from my workplace willing to take some major furniture off my hands. Where I’m headed has loads of furniture already, so there’s little sense of moving any of what I have now. Besides it, like me, is old.
I suppose if I live, I’ll post again after it’s all over. Not that even a Mythical Reader would give a damn.