For the past two weeks I have been boxing things up in preparation to move into our new house, and it never ceases to amaze me just how deep my hatred runs for the whole moving process. Don't get me wrong, I'm very excited at the prospect of having a bigger and waaaay better house, and I'm thankful that working from home allows me the freedom to do a little bit every day versus all in one weekend. But having to look at bare walls, shelves, and boxes stacked to the ceiling really bugs me. I also have minor scoliosis, so I have to be super-careful when lifting stuff, because one wrong move, and I could be laid up for a week! I just wish I could fast-forward a month into the future when we'll (hopefully) be completely settled in. Oh well, wah, wah woe is me. I'll stop ranting now. Really.