I came downstairs yesterday & took my usual place on the bed. I have my necessary pillows in front & behind me, to cradle the body that I've become. I look to my right & see all of the bedroom has been packed into boxes. Pictures, books, mementos, all scattered yet tightly packed into various boxes from other various moves. There is a blank space in the shelves left for a box. I lay down in front of the space, & took pictures of this body packed up though unready to move.