Packing and Grinning

I found myself indoors this weekend, lovely weather notwithstanding, putting fancy dishes and wedding gifts we rarely use in double-walled boxes, well secured with brown packing tape. As the dulcet sonic tableaux of Richard and Linda Thompson moved by apace on the old Harman Kardon, my thoughts turned to the unknown circumstances in which I might unpack these boxes again - what light of day will they next see?

Catching-and-releasing the melodrama and unnecessary angst associated with this thought, after a packing stint I went outside to finish a novel I've been reading, which deals with the end of the line for an advertising agency and its carping denizens. In the book, when real life events threaten the petty cube-to-cube existence of the protagonists, they resort to ever more ridiculous antics (that closely resemble my experience of dealing with change in a corporate environment).

I'm wondering if I can successfully jockey the work stress and big changes at home stress so that I worry about just one thing at a time. Whose life is like that though?