While packing books, I was remembering how when Erin was little and I looked at all the books that Mom and Dad had and I wondered if I would ever amass as many and I worried about having books for her. Now, as I pack my 20'th box of books, I wonder how I got so many. And I still have more to pack. All my counselling/pyschology books and the books from my bedroom (the inner sanctum books, if you will) have yet to be packed. Those little liquor boxes are perfect for books. I'm moving in a week. Sometimes I have little mini heart attacks thinking about everything that I have to do. This morning I went dumpster diving for boxes.
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