I'm giving myself bad marks; I'd had a box of stuff to ship to Kenneth that ended up staying almost two weeks in my room. :/ I'm usually not nearly this bad when it comes to forwarding things on, but this was ridiculous; things compounded against me in terms of having a hell of a time finding a properly sized box that was sturdy enough (lo and behold, the best box for the job was serving as a paper recycling box in the kitchen...), plus my dad getting shingles and my mum food poisoning bad enough to require me to stay home watching over her, plus last-minute, all-day jobs located at least an hour from home.
Things have just been hectic, but I still think I could've done a hell of a lot better, so poo on me.