Packing*

It seems like such a simple concept. People do it all the time. And I can't say I hate to pack, I just can't seem to get around to it. It's something I think about, and contemplate and wonder about and stress over.

And then I make a list. (Did you think I actually packed after that? Ha!)

No, packing, for me, only happens in the wee hours. I can't seem to pack before midnight the night before I leave.

It's not a mad scramble. I've done my shopping, my clothes are clean. I'm not missing anything. I just can't bring myself to put it all together. It's too stressful (and besides, I still have so much worrying to do -- what would it be like to be organized in advance? what would I do before a trip if I packed in advance?)

So I'm still thinking about it. After all, I don't travel for another 60 hours.

What's the rush?

* OK. It's after 11 on Sunday night ... I actually have the suitcase out. Progress!!