There are about 80 steps for each room in getting ready to move, I swear. The upstairs bathroom is "done," meaning all that's left to do up there is clean it, which of course I'm not interested in doing until next week right before I actually leave. The downstairs bathroom is "almost done," I have to go through the cabinet and toss/give/use the leftover stuff under there.
There are no paintings or curtains anywhere any more, except in the library. That curtain is actually installed properly and I need help (and the drill) to get it down. Every book in the house is on a shelf (yes, this is an accomplishment). The fridge is denuded of magnets and other accessories.
And that's it. That's all that I can check off. Everything else is in broadly varying stages of undone, some things waiting because I need help, some things waiting because they can't be done while people still live here, and most things waiting because I just don't feel like doing them. So much work! So much discipline!
I think I'll transcribe more of Del Valle's journal instead.