I'll Pack Later
Thursday. Walking back from breakfast around ten-thirty this morning (clear skies, bright sun) I was taking inventory of the sinus-head thing and thinking, well, it is getting better. Still there, much like a bad head cold without the liquids that go with it. You're stuffed up, aching (but not too badly) and feeling it might be better to stay inside and not go out until it passes. You can go out. You can go to work if you have to, I spent a year doing that, and you can run errands and the like, but the motivation is to stay inside and mend. Except with this thing it hasn't seemed to mend in other than subtle ways over what has been a long period of time. I'm thinking I may be getting to the end game, though, and that I find just fine. You would too, believe me.
So we've had our head is fucked up message for the morning?
Yeah, we are now in preparation mode. I picked up a cat collar for Ms. Emmy on the way back from breakfast, having mailed the chip information to the tracking company in Florida. She now has a collar and a tag that says she's chipped with an 800 number to call if she's found (by civilized people who are willing to pick up a phone). I've rescheduled a teeth cleaning appointment. I've talked with the newspapers and the post office and cancelled delivery for the period I'll be gone. I've gone over the check list I created last night and hope I've included everything required. I refilled a prescription that I'll need while I'm in Portland. There will be things I'll forget. Easy to forget things here in Oakland.
Later. The check list has been checked, a run to the pet store completed where I purchased whatever they suggested and the clothes are in the wash. Missed the FedEx guy, though, while I was feeding the washing machines. Time for a nap. I'll pack later.