Well, today has been pretty much a bust.

It hasn’t rained or snowed, although I’m sure it’s freezing out there.
I’m half packed and spent most of the day napping.

While lounging around the house is some people’s picture of a perfect day, I find it fairly madding.  I feel like I have to be productive in some significant way.

I find it difficult to clean the house while other people are around, especially mom, for some strange reason.   She’s been home all day making chocolate covered pretzels, buckeyes, and peanut butter cookies.  I offered to help but was rejected.

In hindsight, that’s probably a good thing because I’m not exactly the best at cooking.

True, I have kept up on assignments and watched six episodes of Pandora Hearts.   I sent my single solitary Christmas card for the year and matching present from Amazon.  I looked at a bunch of Picard memes and answered a text message.

But, overall,  mmmeeehhhhhhh.

Around noon, mom even suggested that I go somewhere (besides the gym), but I declined.    I’m trying to be a good daughter and I don’t exactly have a lot of money.    I’m trying to save whatever pennies I do have for car insurance.  If I go anywhere besides the gym, I’m more than likely to spend…, especially on the truck.    Poor thing is running on fumes.

At some point, I need to finish packing, particularly shirts.   I’ve tossed in pants and shoes, but no shirts.  I’ll probably watch more of Pandora.    At some point, after mom retreats to her room, I’ll have dinner.    Was thinking of eggs or a sandwich.

That’s another thing.  I don’t like eating around my mom.  I tend to overeat in an attempt to prove to her that I can.    It’s an anorexic thing.   Don’t concern yourself with it.

Tomorrow… tomorrow is going to be a long day.

I’m supposed to be and ready to go around 7am.
Well, to put it precisely, my anti-morning little sister is supposed to be up at that time.

We’re going to drive north.   Hit a gym for a couple of hours.  I’m hoping to sneak in a quick shower at the gym.    Yeah, my hair will become ice when I go outside, but hopefully, I won’t smell bad.   I’m one of the few people who actually sweat when going to the gym.

Eat at the mall’s food court or TGIF – she hasn’t made up her mind yet, and then off to the airport.

I hope she just dumps me off.  Paying $10 for parking for an hour is simply crazy, especially when most of the time is used walking around trying to find the car to leave.

I’ll get myself checked in and vaguely try to check on my class for assignments to grade.    That will pretty much fail because wi-fi at airports tends to be consistently horrible, full of adverts, and viruses.    Also, all of the good spots to keep a laptop level will be taken.

I’ll rush to stand in a long line that moves really slow, fumble for my ID, and board the plane.   A plane that tends to be pretty good, but there’s usually at least one crying baby or farting dog that ruins it for everyone.  I’ll ask for refills on the doll-sized soda, debate about buying an alcoholic beverage, and eventually just fall asleep.

The last time I flew, I was next to a nervous flyer.
That was kind of a pain in the kabatch because he just would not stop talking.   I have no problem talking to strangers, oddly enough, but not when I’m on a cramped plane for nearly three hours and the other person is intent on telling me her or his life story in one long sentence.

Have a little consideration people.
Breathe.

And then… well, I’ll be in Florida after a brief fight for my luggage.

Hi Florida!

And the boy will be there and the cat.   And it’ll be warmer.   The air will smell like salt.  There will be hugs and stuff and…  and, hopefully, I will stay me.   Whoever me is.

Yep.