Gah.

Just...gah. I should have chosen Mondays as my summer days, rather than Fridays.

At long last I was able to get some specific questions answered on the mortgage application, and I'm set to go. Yay! for having locked in a rate last week; the messiness over the weekend and the ongoing downward spiral should not have an impact on my purchase. Actually, thank God, as He is the one who prompted me to begin looking at places about a month earlier than I originally intended to start looking.

I guess this means the pace of the packing should pick up. Gah, again. The big decisions are easy for me to make; the myriad little ones will send me over the edge. Keep, toss? Wrap for packing, or take a chance? Big box, little box? While deep inside somewhere I realize that there is no real "fail" at packing (well, unless you are like a friend of mine who was still packing when we showed up to load the truck, then promptly took a break for lunch while we loaded), it still feels like a test of sorts - am I packing "right"?  This will fade, as moving day gets closer and I start flinging things into any receptacle or straight into the car trunk.

And you wonder why I'm scratching until I bleed...all psychological, all a result of (self induced) stress.  On the bright side, I've been sleeping VERY well with the newly installed central air sucking the humidity out of the air. Although I do have the urge to sleep all the time. Again, stress indicator.

Why yes, I know myself well enough to instantly recognize my personal stress behaviors, but apparently not well enough to mitigate them.

Pardon me, I need to go take a nap. Right after I scratch that itch...