Good Lord. You'd Think I Was Going On An Expedition Or Something

I took zero pictures today. I was too damn busy to be shilly-shallying around taking any pictures. I had a mental list a mile long of all the stuff I needed to do before we leave tomorrow and I think I got most of it done. And we even managed to go to the Hilltop for lunch which was...okay. 
The Hilltop is always...okay. We mainly go there because it's only about four miles away, if that, and they have a menu that takes up three walls. Well, pretty much. You got your hot foods, your sandwiches and salads, and your other hot foods. Glen got a chicken salad sandwich and I got a salad with a scoop of chicken salad on it. A chicken salad salad. I love their chicken salad but Glen was not impressed. 

Oh well. He'll know better next time. 

I managed to get my two last eggplant plants in the ground and the garden watered and the porch plants and house plants watered and I stuck all the herbs which were still in their little pots into a big pot and watered that really well because I figured if I left them in the small pots, they'd die of thirst in four days. I just can't ask Mark to do everything. 
I swept up a bunch of pollen and actually, I need to sweep the guest room tomorrow before we leave. I washed Mark's sheets and remade the bed and I did two loads of laundry. I washed Maurice's waterer thing and put a bunch of fresh food in the feeder. 
She knows we're fixing to leave. She was acting extremely weird and worried this morning but I told her, "Don't worry. Mark is coming," and she seemed to calm down. 
I swear to you that cats understand human language but they pretend they do not. They have to learn it in order to understand and report to their Cat God Overlords about what we're up to here on Planet Earth. That is their mission. 
Trust me. I know these things. 

And then, after all that mess, I started to pack which took me hours because I had to try on various things and make a decision about what I was going to wear to The Event and figure out what I'm going to need when we're not at The Event which involved checking out the weather forecasts for about the fiftieth time. 
Back to the layers situation. 
I know I've packed too much. That is a given. I may take a few things out of the suitcase. 
And then try not to put anything else in there. 
I've got a separate bag packed with what I'll need to take into the place we're staying tomorrow night. It's on a second floor and we don't want to be carrying forty-pound suitcases up a flight of stairs when we only need an eight pound bag. 
These are extremely rough estimates. 
I packed some earrings, make-up (you never know!), hair things, and toiletries. I have packed two medications and will pack the rest tomorrow after I take the "F" section of the pill organizer. 
And to think I used to joke about those things and call them the SMTWTHFS. 
Well, I still call them that. But know I have one. 
I've got a list going for things I cannot forget like chargers. 
I've put some needlework projects in a bag and I've picked out the book I'm going to read out loud to Glen as we drive which is "Don't Lets Go to the Dogs Tonight: An African Childhood" by Alexandra Fuller which is one of the best books I think I've ever read. We shall see how I feel about it after a probably third reading. Or possibly fourth. 
Okay. This shall be my picture for the day.

This is not a feel-good book. It is brave and hard to believe even as you know it's true. It's a good book to read to remember that humans can survive amazingly hard things. 
I should possibly take "The Yearling" in case this book turns out to be more than Mr. Moon needs to hear. I mean, "The Yearling" is also about how humans can survive hard things but it's not quite as immediate. 

My god but the scent of the wisteria is strong. I'm feeling a bit woozy as I write this. The freeze did not seem to affect it and I am grateful for that. I will miss it as we travel north but I will be happy to see what's blooming along the way. Of course I am having fairly deep anxiety about leaving my safe, beloved home but I shall survive. 
As shall Maurice. 
Mr. Moon told me that he is looking forward to getting me out of town. 
Lloyd being the town. 
And to tell you the truth, I am actually looking forward to not cooking for a few days. This is highly unlike me. Or at least highly unlike who I used to be. Don't get me wrong. I still love to cook but I could use a break. And I'm not really talking about going to the Hilltop for lunch. 

I suppose I will be taking my laptop with me but don't expect me to be commenting on blogs or answering comments on mine or even posting very much if at all. So HURRAY! You'll be getting a break from me. 
But I am quite sure I will have stories when I return. 

Big love...Ms. Moon