Packing continues. Slower than I thought.
Cats have decided the moving boxes are theirs now. Both of them (the orange one’s clearly the ringleader). I’ll tape one shut and 5 minutes later there’s a paw print pressed into the cardboard like a receipt.
Ended up leaving 2 boxes open on purpose just so they’d leave the taped ones alone. Worked, mostly.
Work’s been quiet this week, which usually means it won’t stay that way. Used the extra time to finally go through a closet I hadn’t touched since we moved in. Found a stack of unused notebooks, chargers for things I don’t own anymore, and a sweater I forgot I liked.
Gave most of it to a donation bin two blocks over. Walked back lighter – not just the bag, actually lighter.
Still have the kitchen left, and that’s the part I’m dreading. Everything in there has a reason it’s in that exact spot, and I don’t trust myself to remember the reasons once it’s all sitting in a box labeled kitchen misc.
Progress is progress. The cats disagree.