There is something to be said about organization. There is always something to be said, unless there's something to be said about the LACK of organization which is still, more or less, the same thing.
There is something to be said about packaging. After so many boxes and so many inches of tape, I've realized that at this point, the smartest thing to do will be to start liking boxes. Why? Simple. It's either developing a tolerance and liking them, or hating them for the rest of one's natural life. Considering how often cardboard occurs in our lives, the second option would be highly impractical. It would earn you nothing except, maybe, a one way ticket to the nearest insane asylum.
Would that be paper or plastic now? Because those occur very frequently also. Though come to think of it, cardboard is a kind of paper too, isn't it? (Both inevitably made of tree-bits.) Would that be paper then? Okay, thank you. You have a nice day now.
Classes so far have gone smoothly-- and they are interesting which makes up for the fact that both of them have to take place over summer. (Have to admit though, if it wasn't summer I wouldn't even be taking those classes.) The need to drive daily have dimished my natural paranoia considerably but I'm still as far as I ever was from liking driving. It's a long, long road with no ending. And lots of stop signs.
Made steady, if not particularly significant, progress with reading in between everything else. I have five boxes of books. That is a lot. I'm still collecting.
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