The point here is that I have still done no physical work toward my move this weekend. And tonight I will be going to open mic at Perk instead of getting started. I also have not yet researched truck rental, nor lined up more than one person to help me. (Sharif is a hero.) And yet, because I am who I am, I continue on fairly unconcerned. I think that this is an excellent indicator of the charmed life I have led so far. My subconscious mind is convinced that all will turn out OK (most likely less than perfect, but certainly OK), simply because it always has done so in the past.
I can only imagine what my life would be like now if I ever bothered to put any planning or effort into anything.
