my own worst enemy

That would be me.

If wasting time were an Olympic event, the rest of the world wouldn't stand a chance in the competition against me. Case in point: I'm blogging when I should be

1) picking up our water test certification,
2) getting more paper and bubble wrap for packing,
3) packing,
4) cleaning the hot tub,
5) cleaning out the fridge,
6) planning what needs to go in the car,
7) planning on how to get the appropriate funds into our NJ checking account to cover 2 months worth of mortgage payments on both houses.

Instead, I'm blogging and my useless noggin is crapped up with thoughts of who is going to empty the skimmer basket in the pool for the next two months, who is going to check that the hot tub is powered up in case of an electrical failure for the next two months, how the lawn is going to look for the next two months, etc.

Okay. On that note, I'm going to try to get moving here.