I’m waiting for my coffee to cool down in my favorite local shop and—temporarily not on the go—my brain has a chance to reflect.
And my reflections? Primary in my thoughts is, What on earth am I thinking? Spring is finally blossoming here in PA, with daffodils and crocuses and primroses, and lawn mowers buzzing through the neighborhood, and my toes in sandals instead of boots, and I’m spending the next month in this:
On the one hand, it means my clothes are bulkier. On the other hand, those clothes probably won’t get dirty as fast.
Yesterday I had my packing breakdown. I thought I could get through this time without it, but apparently it’s now firm tradition. Upon reflection, I solved the problems, and now, well, as long as my companions don’t mind seeing me in the same 3 outfits for a month, I’ll be ok.
In other news, the Hamiltome is out and I did not buy it, although it was a struggle.
In 48 hours, I’ll be headed to the airport. My sinus infection is passing, my clothes are packed, my bon voyage party is scheduled, and yet I still feel I’m forgetting something.
Guess I have two days to remember what it is, huh?