I'm NOT the Little Engine that Could. No matter how many times I say, "I think I can," all I really want to do is curl up in a corner and cry for hours. We're down to the piddly-shit for packing - but we have a lot of piddly-shit. It's getting to the point where choosing whether to pack or throw away that roll of tape is becoming a stressful decision. That's bad. But it will all be over soon. Saturday is coming, and when it's done, so is the packing.