A request: If you're going to ask for help when moving out of a SO's house in a hurry, I'm there for ya babe. But please, please, please be somwhat prepared. I know it's an emotional time for you, and something as pedestrian and common as getting boxes and maybe filling a few of them before I get there seems beyond your abilities at the moment, but it's way better than me standing around, metaphorically picking my nose 'cause I don't know what's yours and what's theirs and I require your direction every friggin' step of the way. Standing around while you go from room to room, closet to closet, grabbing things haphazardly and muttering all the while, that's mine does not an efficient worker make of me.

Don't get me wrong. I like carrying boxes and furniture. I like helping others. I like being needed. I don't like feeling like I'm in the way, or like I'm too dumb to figure it out for myself.

On that note, everything's out except the bed, which was too large to put in my truck. Whew!