I feel like a little kid the week before Christmas. Well, maybe not that manic, but I have the same sense that time is crawling by.
I always become strangely efficient before a trip. All the things I told myself I had to do before we left are done (all work projects done, the gardening I would normally stretch out over the whole month of March, cleaning the pantry, etc). I even baked bread for the freezer for when we get home! It’s too early to pack, although except for a few little things, everything is ready for packing. There’s nothing left to shop for, except shoes, and I really don’t need more shoes.
There are a million non-trip-related things I could do, but I’m too restless. Instead I pace, read a few pages, pace some more.
Six more days.












