Last night, I had a screaming panic attack after Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve been good and have packed according to my schedule and all — it’s just that I HATE packing. It’s to the point where I will do anything in the world to avoid packing and unpacking. Saturday and Sunday, I woke up with panic attacks where I was afraid to get out of bed. It took serious prayer to get me up and moving. This morning wasn’t so bad. I prayed a little, got up, and went online.
My tasks for today are packing up the bookcases in the living room and then packing up the bathroom. It’s going to be a couple hours of work but shouldn’t be impossible. I’m doing the modified Flylady method of doing an hour and then taking a 15 minute break.
Wish me luck. I’m about to eat breakfast and head into the belly of the beast.