Becoming dis-connected

We came back from 2 weeks in France last Sunday.
I went to work most the week.
We started packing up our 4-bed house in earnest on Thursday night.
We move tomorrow.
I am now almost entirely surrounded by boxes.
We are running the 'Cafe church' evening service, ironically enough with the theme 'sit back and relax'.
I no longer have the faintest idea where anything is, and have lost the ability to prioritise.
Which is why I'm spending the only spare 5 minutes I have before disconnecting the computer writing this.
I think it's www-separation anxiety.