Apparently I had a lot less cleaning to do than I thought. I’m almost to the point where I could start packing…except I think I’ll do that tomorrow.
Everyone keeps asking me if I’m excited…and I guess I am .I mean, I’m looking forward to going, of course, but I’m not bouncing of walls like some people seem to expect me to be. There’s just too much to do. I still have to wrap some Christmas presents and clean my bathroom and pack, and there’s probably other things I can’t think of right off the top of my head. Later, when I’m on the plane, when there’s absolutely no more reason to worry or think or plan because it’s too late to do anything about what I might’ve left undone…then I’ll be bouncing. I’ll be freakin’ effervescent. But until then, all I can manage is subdued enthusiasm overlayed with immediate practicality.
Well. Off to find food, watch SVU, and paint something.