This afternoon I was in a moving funk.
I’m sure it was brought on by the conflicting emotions of the day.
The excitement of the new house.
The dread of leaving the old place.
The bored children.
The underlying panic every time I look at the amount of packing and moving that still needs to be done.
I’ve decided there is only one cure for such a problem.
Packing can wait we are going out to celebrate with ice cream!