We've packed the easily packable. We've packed the awkward to pack. I keep finding single shoes and how-can-I-have-another-f*cking-book books. But we're so nearly there.
And once we are, summer will be really, truly almost here. Stupidly, I thought that I would be free when classes ended. That is so not the case; work does not officially die until the ninth (!) of June. It feels like the short story about Christmas happening daily for an entire year. I taught my last class on Tuesday, and I rejoiced. Then I still had to go to work on Wednesday - not terrible, I thought. I'll clean my desk, read the Times, la-la-la. Then came Thursday. Still not so awful, except for the wireless being out so I could not even spend quality time blogging. But, then tomorrow is Friday and another week and a half of trapped-in-my-cubicle boredom follows. Tedium is the enemy of happiness. And wit. Obviously.
This is my cube. For those of you who need a visual to suffer in solidarity.