I'm trying hard to have things as organized and sorted as is possible over such a short time, in such a cramped space. But I face the fact that the container will come, on Friday, and I will still be shipping a lot of "random junk" off to Alaska. Really, once I decided to go with the container, it becomes a fixed cost. As such, whether I ship only exactly what I want to keep or whether I end up shipping stuff I should have thrown out becomes a bit moot – the container will have some surplus space, either way. So I'm shipping junk to Alaska. Such is life. Mark reminded me of the old science fiction satire series, "Bill the Galactic Hero," by Harry Harrison. In that book, a certain planet deals with its excess of trash by mailing it, one small package at a time, to random people on other planets. In a Galactic empire, this is apparently possible. In our own continental empire, likewise, it becomes practical for me to "mail" junk to Alaska. I doubt my uncle would approve. But it'll get dealt with eventually.
[daily log: walking, 2km; and many heavy boxes]