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I had about fifteen mostly full boxes of stuff when I started yesterday. I am now down to nine. It feels like I all I did was re-pack things more efficiently. (To be fair, three or four of the those boxes are books [and thus, not 'stuff'].)

I am coping okay in the house, but the second I venture out, it's bad. Blech. But at least Rachelle, Misha and Johnny Depp will keep me entertained in a well air-conditioned movie theatre tommorow. Yay!