13,518 Days Alive
T-Minus 12 Days till Wheels Up
I’m a sad sack today. I went to hang out with Reffie and just got knocked out tired after having a little bit of lunch. I’m so disappointed in myself that I couldn’t spend more time with her.
Twelve days. I’m excited and exhausted and overwhelmed. Cleo is coming tomorrow to help me pack and go through clothes. I want to get down to a certain level of wardrobe before I leave.
Speaking of the trip, Spock does not care for his new harness, but it beats being locked up for nine straight hours in the car while Mal and I take the first leg of the trip. We’re leaving Tampa on Friday morning, the fifteenth, and going to stay the night in Tennessee.
Aaron may drive the first leg of the trip. I want to get the car all packed on the fourteenth and be wheels up after we toss the damned mattress on the way out of the apartment.
I got sedative treats for Spock. Test run to see how he reacts to them is tomorrow, since I have the day off.
I’m sad. For many reasons.
But I’m still looking forward to this next adventure. I just need to pare down what I have. It’s like going tiny… sort of?
I’m going to go call Bianco and chat with them for a bit.
Take your meds, folks.
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