The movers get here in 10 hours, and we are at the point where our willingness to cut bait on things gets greater and greater. Our porch is full of the boxes from the storage space, and we decided that rather than try to get the love seat into the house, we’ll unload it into the driveway tomorrow morning and let the movers get it from there. I still have to go get the comic books (18 long boxes!) from the storage tomorrow morning. I’m trying to sort half-filled boxes of crap into all full boxes of less overall crapiness. More stuff is being thrown away, more books left behind. I still feel like an idiot packrat.