Days Now, Not Weeks

Moving day is rapidly approaching. I now think about its arrival in terms of days, not months anymore, and not weeks. (Hey, if people can say their infant's age is fourteen weeks, I can say moving day is in 19 days.) 

(Aaaaaa-eeeeeeee!!!!!!1)

So where should the prep for the move be now, developmentally speaking? I'm packing things, but the criteria at this point is, will I need this in the next 19 days? Will I EVER need this? DID I ever need it?? (. . . in a maddening cycle of angst-driven calculations and contemplations.)  This is made slightly more complicated by the fact that it's a cross-country move, so some of the things I will need soon include things needed for a four-day road trip (conservatively figuring) and an unknown number of days living in a motel if the movers don't get there until later. i.e. I will definitely need to shave before we unpack in our new place, maybe more than once, and of course floss. Luckily the floss is in a little plastic dispenser that is easily transported. 

OK, hyper-focusing is a hazard, at this point. 

I now notice or wonder if some of the things I do or see here in the coming days will be last time I do so. 

It's Sunday.  Nothing to do but pack some more. It's the little things that drive you nuts--the drawer with 87 things in it, and they are all very important.