As I packed up this week's eBay sales to head out to their new owners, I found it becoming strangely restful. There was a certain preciseness to the routine of packing the item, taping up the box and carefully affixing the postage label.
This whole thing was probably reinforced by the rain drumming on the conservatory, and my impulsive decision to re-listen to Pablo Honey all the way through. The soundtrack to my adolescence's kitchen chores was bound to put me into some kind of mood.
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Of course, this whole thing has been thrown out of kilter by my getting distracted part way through writing this, unpacking a box of rugs, then finding a key box of scenery, my Frostgrave warband, my currently assembled Malifaux and most importantly, my Infinity token box.
I'm writing this on Sunday night to be scheduled for Monday evening, and currently my brain is in full excited "we're back in business" mode while it really needs to be drinking a nice mug of mint tea, chilling out and getting ready for bed.
And my mind drifts back to Pablo Honey and "You do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts..."
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