Box Out

I'm in the midst of packing to move, once again. This time is odd, because it's "Ok, what will I need in the next three months?" and not really having a clear answer to it. Winter coats: don't need. Christmas stuff: box it up. But besides that I get a little befuddled. (I'm currently typing this standing up, because my bed is so covered with boxes and junk that I can't really sit down anywhere)
Anyway, that's the news over here. Monday we move over to the temporary "intern" housing in prep for the rest of the group to arrive. My distaste for feeling displaced is in full force, but I'm trying to be a good sport.
Parting shots for the day:
Yup, that's an office chair. With an excavator behind it...and a dumpster in front of it. In the middle of a construction zone. Whaa? (Or, in honor of Murphy, "QUAAAA!?") I saw it when I was walking up to my car the other day and had to take a photo.

(Current listen while packing: The Cheesy Mix, as made for Hatcher. "Coming to America" by the Neil is playing at the moment...TODAY!)