The movers are due to come to pack my apartment "sometime between eight and nine". I got up early, wrote only half my morning pages because I could not force myself to sit still, and then did a whirlwind pick-up of the apt, sorting out things I didn't want to have packed, and taking out a big bag of trash: old magazines and the like.

Now I'm just waiting. I don't really want to start anything, not even answering email, because they could arrive at any moment, yet I am not sure what else I could or should do to get ready. Maybe I'll wash the few dishes in the sink, and then ...what an idea. I can read a book!