I, of course, picked the hottest day of the year (so far) to move and ship all of my worldly belongings. The projected high was supposed to be 109, but I have no idea what the actual high was except So Searingly Hot That My Seatbelt Burned My Fingers.

I took 10 boxes to UPS and 250 pounds of books to the Post Office. The lady at the post office was pretty surly at first--apparently she had a back injury awhile ago and can't lift much (I have some sympathy for that, but all it took was asking one of her co-workers to do the lifting for her and besides, I am fairly certain that her job description probably requires her to be able to lift as much as they will ship). She wasn't thrilled to get me as a customer and interrogated me as to the contents of the packages (I sent them Media Mail, the cheapest way I know how). When I told her that they were all books (slight lie, but it is all media--books, CDs and magazines) she looked incredulous that someone would have five! whole! boxes! of! books! They were stamped with "MEDIA MAIL (pending inspection)." I wonder how they inspect? X-ray?

At any rate, I apologized to my body by getting a pedicure later in the afternoon. Now if only the rest of my house would magically pack itself...