I’m having a lot of trouble getting myself started today.  Did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, passed some time with the neighbors.  OK, so do I have to drive up to the lawyer’s office so he can check out the mortgage commitment papers, and drop off the saturated saxophone for repairs, but I really do need to get off my behind and pack.  Oh, well, I’ll probably get frenzied and do it pretty soon.  And I’ll be giving the lizard and her terrarium away, so that kind of counts as packing, right?