I have quite the reputation as a terrible packer. Really really bad. I don't do anything until the last minute, and I get terribly overwhelmed, and then I do a very poor job. Usually I have help. This time, I not only don't have help... but I don't have one leg.
I will be good this time. I will start packing and keep going until I finish. I will feel accomplished and productive. My brother and Jane will not be aggrevated with me, and a woman with the initials C.B. will not be snickering at me.
Lots of stuff is getting left behind, I'm afraid.
I will do this... just not right now.