Undone.

The things left undone are weighing on me. Came home yesterday sore and tired from painting. Justin said, "Babe, you rest tonight. I'll pack." I said okay. Laid down with a heating pad. And Motorcycle Diaries. Justin read Twilight for several hours. Started packing at 9pm. Maybe two or three boxes. I tried to tell him that I would feel better and be able to rest if I packed a few more boxes first. It's hard to relax when things need to be done.