Still cleaning the garage, found a small box labeled KITCHEN shoved in under the workbench, pulled it out.  Whee!  That's where my nice napkins went!  Do a happy dance of no more paper towels at the dinner table.  (Don't ask me why I didn't simply replace the fabric napkins.  Isn't it obvious?  I could buy books with that money instead!  I knew the napkins would turn up eventually.  And here, they have!)

Also in the box: a whole bunch of spoons.  I don't even know why I felt the need to pack them separately all those years ago, but what the heck.  There's always a point in packing where you just start throwing things at boxes. 

And finally in the box: A three inch stack of paper plates!  Cue another happy dance!  Whee!  Don't have to use dishes for a month! 

So... I'm eating my lunch with my happy fabric napkin and a paper plate.  Brain, is this really an improvement?