I have to admit, for my last few moves I didn't pack clothes. The top of my drawers were covered with heavy brown mailer paper and taped, and I moved them like that.
(other than undies, since I don't want a repeat of the time I found two of my friends who were helping me pretending to use my bra as a slingshot.)

I too am taking deep cleansing breaths. My to-do list is constantly rising, I don't think I'm going to get out of the office until November. My two supervisors are away today, and I want to be curled up in bed.

I have hundreds of emails to chase up, hundreds of people to call, and hundreds of invoices to process - and that isn't including the artwork I need to sort and process and organise.

I wish I had a couple of those clone things from The Last Starfighter. You know - the thing he shook hands with, the gelatinous thing, that turned into him so he could go off and play video games / win alien wars.

mdonley, space bags work better when stuff is folded, so you get a compressed flat space bag instead of a compressed lumpy one.

I feel for yuh. You can do it, I know! Get on up there with your bad-ass walrus self!

ugh I am packing too...I feel your pain. Why can't we just twitch our nose and everything will just magically move to the new place.