This past weekend was supposed to be one of the major ones for finally Getting Things Done. However, for some reason, I was totally exhausted the entire time. I’d work for a couple of hours packing some boxes, and then I’d be so tired I had to sleep the next couple. Difficult to get anything done in those circumstances.
I did manage to get rid of (almost) all of the garbage, though. And I’m pretty much actually packed. The main problem is what to do with all the stuff I can’t take with me. A great multitude of that. Only one weekend to go, too. Sigh.
Now that brings back memories. Lucy and I were similarly slow at moving our stuff out of our old flat. I think we had at least two extensions from our landlord at the time.
Moving’s a bloody nightmare, that’s for sure.