The depth of my reluctance to do this packing business cannot be plumbed. It is remarkable how creative I have been to avoid the task and how small the obstacle can be to halt any forward momentum. It's raining? Clearly I can't go out to find boxes when it's raining! I definitely have to make a cup of tea before I sort through the box of Christmas ornaments. Only once I've made the tea, it's perfectly obvious that I should try to finish that book... and before you know it, it's time for bed, another day has gone by, and still no boxes packed.
If you happen to have a spare supply of willpower, determination, or drive, please do send it my way. Unless you'd care to come and do it for me? I promise to make endless pots of tea and read to you.