I am already packed. The house is sanitized sufficient that it will not be an ordeal to return to it. The animals & plants are cared for.
There is nothing left to do, to get ready. ‘Deen is mere hours away.
Today I am fighting to concentrate on subcontracts & spreadsheets, when travelling north to the airport in Eugene is clamoring for attention, Aberdeen is beaming from Seattle and distracting me, and Things I Don’t Know are building pressure, the event-meniscus almost high enough to overflow into the present.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry