Were you inside my head right now, this is what you would hear.

Combining half a dozen conflicting feelings with area calculations as well as a new budget and a challenging floor plan creates one hell of a noise.

I’m all set for a final moving date of April 28. Some stuff will go over before then — I can’t paint without music or a ballgame on. But the big stuff will be transported by Two Guys & A Truck. Except I get three guys, and I’m willing to bet they come in under the two-hour minimum.

Whereas it would take me…yeah, I don’t care. My goal is to never have to move my own stuff ever again. The pride I used to take in that? I’m sure I’ll find some other laborious task to replace it.