I know I should be packing, but I feel like laying out instead.
Here's how I justify this in my brain-
If I lay out today, I must pack 10 boxes before I go to sleep.
Off to the pool I go.
p.s. My brother came into my parent's living room last night with a huge smile on his face and told my mom and dad that he couldn't feel the lump under his chin anymore. This just brings tears to my eyes. The chemo has not only taken his hair, but it's taken his lump, and next it can have his cancer. I'm one happy sister. Praise the Lord.