5 more sleeps. My world is a pile of packages. I've been forced to take over two drawers of my sister's underused chest of drawers, as well as the top of my mother's long dresser. Plus my room, and the drawer under my bed. I carry the little purple bungee book with me everywhere, noting things I need to buy and to do and people I need to see. The "list" is huge, but it's starting to look like I just might finish it. Which is good, as I asked today and Air Canada has no other days I could switch my flight to. Summary of life at the moment: too much to do and far too little time.