I have packed about forty times more than I need. I guarantee you, I will end up using and/or wearing less than thirty percent of what I'm carrying with me.
The bag of charger cords alone is worth a laugh. Those I will probably use.
I've taken the trash. Mr. Moon is outside gathering together fishing gear, I would assume. I assigned him the job of filling up the chicken waterers but I have a feeling I'm going to be doing that myself.
It's always so hard to leave. Even when I am going somewhere I yearn to be with all my heart. That has nothing to do with the actual act of leaving.
Well, so it goes.
I better go fill up the waterers. I'm wearing a silk dress. This makes no sense. And yet...
Talk to you from the road and beyond.