auspicious coincidence

Almost everyone hates moving, but I abhor it.  My need to have everything organized and in its proper place means that I feel that I simply must meticulously look over every item and place it in just the correct box and so on.  Just looking at the things that need packed exhausts me.

Padma broke the coffee urn this morning and I really should go to Zabar's to pick up a new one.  I ahbor that thought, too.

We keep having these bad mornings.  The move is freaking is both out.  I'm having constant anxiety attacks and he seems to deal it with pulling the covers up over his head.  In the midst of my anxiety attacks, I want to smother him with those covers.  "Must I do everything," I wonder, as if there were any hope that the answer would be anything but yes.

All I'm going to do in my new place is breathe.

I went back to the going out of business bookstore yesterday.  There, amidst the remainders, was a single Buddhist book, a Zen book.  I assumed it was a sign and I bought it.

All I'm going to do in my new place is breathe and read my new book. 

Two more days until the move.  Let the countdown begin.