We got to the end of last week, and I was feeling the stress of work (which was nutty last week), moving this coming weekend, not having done any packing yet, and being away all of this weekend just past (and therefore not being ABLE to pack), so I made a token effort to get started. I need some illusion of control. I taped a box together and pulled a few things from the bookshelf into it. It’s not enough, but it means I’m able to say we’ve begun to pack. I haven’t done anything else, but we really don’t have a lot left in the apartment anyway. We’ll pack up the kitchen (which is all half-empty cabinets), our clothes, and two not-full bookshelfs. That’s about it, aside from furniture. There, I’m justifying not being fully packed. Do I feel better? Eh.