Update

The magical McMuffin has actually helped. That, the diet coke, two excedrin, two advil, plus 45 minutes zoned out in front of the finale of Desperate Housewives.

Mr. Anderson is packing the UHaul truck downstairs. We have been told by our realtor that we need to declutter the condo, so today is offically "declutter and stage" day. Right now I can't remember why my husband thought reserving the truck at 8 am was a good idea, but since he's the one sweating and carrying heavy boxes down 4 flights of stairs in the 80 degree heat I'm not going to complain.

My job, as soon as I am able, is to pot plants for the roof deck. I am to make the $100 I spent in soil and greenery at Home DesperateDepot transform our roof deck to an elegant terrace in Paris. Or something like that.

Nearly ready. Just a few more minutes... and one more diet coke.