Moving is stressful. It's forcing me to reevaluate my priorities. At my age of #$%^, I've got to be more realistic of what I'm capable of doing (including hunting in back corners), what I really want to accomplish and what time I have. Retail therapy: the need to get rid of stash is next to the drivers door of the car. A very visual reminder I'll probably have buyers remourse.
Reduced my stash by 3 lg flat rate UPSP boxes. Didn't make a dent.
I'll talk myself into depression if I keep this up. Grab that next box, sort and shut it down for the move.
Looking forward to the other end of the move.