I wanted to go see Sandra Bernhardt tonight, but I am trying to force myself to get everything ready for traveling back to Indiana. I have these mounds of clothing to go through. The new washer has been installed and in use for a week, but this has not been a normal week by any standards, and I have not caught up with laundry.
I have to pack and remember all the electronic items and cords, but I cannot seem to focus.
Itty Bitty Gray Kitty keeps trying to insert herself into my makeup case because I closed my suitcase after she spotted pristine black pants… synthetic with lots of static electricity. Only her head can fit in the case. Very frustrating.
Coats. I have to find coats. I am leaving for a place where it is winter. My coats are like 20 years old. One long black wool. One bumblebee yellow ski jacket.
Packing for a funeral is the antithesis of fun. I wish I could take a pet with me to cuddle. Hubby offered to go with me. But I did not see any real benefit from him coming with me. Am I too pragmatic? Nah. Unfortunately I’ve just been through this too many times.
Going on auto-pilot keeps me from thinking too much. I’m just going to get through this next few days. I hope.