I do not feel lucky to have to pack the entire era away in boxes.
Another hazard of moving offices: Over the course of the last few days, I have taken all of the posters and photos down from the walls, leaving only those little picture hanging hooks still stuck in the drywall. Today, I had to clean off our huge white boards with an awful chemical. The fumes stuck around for hours, and since our beige Gulag of an office doesn’t have any windows, it made me feel a little loopy. Now, every time I see one of those picture hanging hooks in my peripheral vision, I freak out because I think it’s a millipede.
I’m ready for a little “me” time, I think.
I feel your peripheral vision freak outs. Back in my old Haines dorm room there was a black screw in the ceiling that I constantly mistook for a spider.