I packed away all the wine glass, champagne glasses, martini glasses and even a few regular glass drinking glasses this evening. I have some plastic glasses left out to drink out of for the next week. My apartment is beginning to look like Box central. I have boxes piled to the ceiling on one wall of my apartment. I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic. I did meet my 2 box quota for the day though. Good Gwen.

Every day I go to dinner or out to lunch with someone and it's "the last time I'll go to dinner/lunch with them." Not forever, but before I leave. It's kind of little sad every day. Tomorrow is the last Wednesday with the knitting posse.