Boxes.

It is nearly 7 pm on Tuesday, June 22nd.  We are packing.  We've technically been at it for days, but that's not saying much for how much we actually have done.  All of my books and dvds are packed.  Most of my clothes either found their way into a Goodwill bag, the laundry, or a box.  When going through the kitchen we packed a total of 10 glasses (wine, coffee mugs, and King David's Hotdog cups).  We have no silverware, a box of pots and pans, and a box of old Fiesta Ware.  Today I packed all my records.  I know why moving to cassette tapes thrilled everyone.  LPs are obnoxiously large and when stacked in boxes, quickly outweigh a medium sized dog.

Josh and I toss each other items for review:
      "Is Count of Monte Cristo out for a reason?"
      "Box it."

      "Any of these papers important?  I'm about to throw them out."
      "Uh....Marriage license, your Social Security Card, Birth Certificate...keep this stuff."

Slowly but surely.  It all comes together.