I did write yesterday, just not very much. I have a good title, but I may have to give in and resign myself to the possibility that I won't get any writing done until after the move. I can't really afford that, but it may be true, regardless.
I packed the last of the office yesterday, save my desk and the things on my desk, which I'll hold back until the very last, sometime next week. Today I will either write or pack, or both.
Last night, dinner from KFC, a rarely indulged vice, and then more packing, and then we watched Singin' in the Rain (1952), because it's one of Kathyrn's favorites, and I needed something lighthearted.