Packing tape screeches from the room next door as my sister and mom pack away the last of my sister’s things. It occurs to me that I could help, but I’m not going to. I’m not a nocturnal being and it’s past my self-enforced bedtime. I briefly helped my sister by taking pairs of shoes and a toolbox and other sorted detritus to her car, but it wasn’t really worth the effort to be honest. I think I made her more tired, if that’s a thing. So instead I’m here in my room with my lights off, nocturnal blogging and adding a few odd words to a story to the tune of rustling bags, the thumping of cardboard boxes and general irritation. I think I made the right decision.