We're up to about twenty boxes in the room I'm sitting in alone. There are probably another 20 scattered throughout the house. The place is about halfway packed, not including the kitchen. Yikes.

Susie and I had a rousing game of "What's in that box?" earlier. You play it by reading what the guy wrote on the side and trying to figure out if that corresponds to something you intended to tell him not to pack. Anyone can play, but it's best if you have years of experience owning our stuff.

This is some crazy shit, dudes.