hmmm

Well now.

Do I need three sets of nesting mixing bowls? Do I need eight bread pans of varying sizes? Do I need the seven various unmatched casserole dishes, or the six Pyrex baking dishes?

Why am I even thinking about this? I'm nowhere near to getting to the kitchen. Perhaps I should just concentrate on my office first. Okay. Time to pack up the decorative items: the star ruby/carved antler wand, the native Canadian soapstone carved walrus, the ironstone horse fetish, the carved wooden rhino. Sixteen leatherbound journals. The tiny horseshoe crab shell (completely intact, including all the legs) that my nephews gave me. Beach glass. Forget-me-not seeds that were given to Mom at a dear friend's funeral.

I'm beginning to like the phrase "for fucking crying out loud." I believe it's my new mantra.