I shouldn't be writing this. I need to finish the wash, make up the bed in the spare bedroom for the kitty-sitter, finish packing, and get to bed so I can get to work early tomorrow and put in a token hour.
This time tomorrow I'll be on a plane to Holland. The Prof and I will meet up with an internet friend there and head south in a rental car towards the Mediterranean. I am coming to hate the stress connected with big trips and flying and leaving the cats. I really hate the night before a trip. Would that I weren't so successful a procrastinator.