Moving is never easy. I get that. But this move has become something else altogether. For example, today I drove my wife into the middle of nowhere and deposited her in an apartment with two anxious cats and no pillows, then left her there without a means of transportation or a working phone. Not that I did this on purpose: I thought that phone worked and that her pillows were in the apartment. (I couldn't do anything about the cats, as they distrust any mode of locomotion that can't be ostentatiously halted and redirected to where they'd always intended to go.) Now the movers will be arriving shortly and I'm not done packing yet and people are still slagging Skip Gates and company in that other thread and moving really is like repeatedly stabbing yourself in the eyes, but at least you don't have to worry about all the blood once you've forfeited the security deposit.