neckless (feckless? reckless?)

Heh. I've been packing all evening, and my neck has decided, mysteriously, to start aching. I guess it's from kneeling on the ground to go through boxes. A bunch of books, of course. 10 more boxes or so and I should have almost all of my books packed. (ha ha I'm not kidding.) It's a good thing I'm so restless and edgy tonight, in a mood to Get Stuff Done (note to locals - come over and help, already!)

Nobody has commented on my last entry with the pics of poor wet arwen_isobel. Perhaps I should have put commentary with them like I did on the knitting blog: "There are few things in this world more pathetic than a drenched Sheltie." & mine is camera-shy, to boot.