“Half of life is fucking up the other half is dealing with it.”

 Henry Rollins(American rock singer, author, actor and poet, b.1961)

You see those stories on the news about people who disappear without a trace only to be found months or years later living a completely new life somewhere else. They can’t tell you how they got there or who they were before. I believe many of these people were in the midst of packing to move when they snapped and walked away, reasoning that it would be easier to simply start again with a new identity than try to pack up their old lives to transport to new locations.

Well, tempted as I still am, I will be taking many of our current possessions with us to Canada. Nearly everything is packed. Much of it is loaded up on the U-Haul and ready to go. 

I am still horrified by the amount of crap I own. More horrified by the piles of paper that have yet to be sorted from even before Will died. I have been a sloth, and I am no longer inclined to give myself a pass. Can’t plead widow to this one. I haven’t been taking care of business. And there is much to attend to and more waiting. Sometimes you just have to be an adult and man-up, and this in spite of those who would have you believe that it is okay to shift blame to your circumstances.