As if I needed a reason to NOT work on packing.
I was just out in the garage sorting some boxes. “Finished” and fully packed on the right, “To Work on” on the left. I picked up a box of toys and moved it over to the DONE pile, walked back to approach the box underneath it, only to find…
A SCORPION
It was sitting right on top, right where I have just had my hand the grab the other box.
Blech.
No, I won’t go back. Let’s just pretend there is no garage. No boxes, no garage. There, that was easy. Now I am all done with all that stuff.
(I wish.)