Another week of moving . . . last week we moved my sister . . . this week we moved my mother. I never want to move another thing again for YEARS to come.

Why is it that so many of us seem to accumulate so many things? Even when I think I've cleared out my house, I still have boxes and boxes of stuff I just can't seem to part with--it's never-ending.

I think there must be a spiritual lesson in all of this, but I'm just too tired to ponder it. When we finished tonight (after a 12 hour day), we just couldn't seem to stop laughing at everything. This can be a bit problematic when you're standing in line with 50 other people waiting for ice cream. My brother-in-law just pretended he wasn't with us.

If I ever see another brown box or storage room again in my life it will be too soon.

On a lighter note, another chapter of The Kingdom of the Occult made it to the publisher this week and another one's almost ready to go . . . only nine left. I should be posting a bit more this week, now that the relocation of thousands of boxes is behind me, and the U-Haul truck is parked safely back in the parking lot.

Goodnight for now. :)