Well, I’m all packed.    Yeah, it’s a little early, but I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.   I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight.  So, I stuffed a bunch of stuff in the suitcases.

It didn’t take long.   In a way, I really never fully unpacked.  Besides, the only thing I take is my computer and some clothes.   Nothing bulky or crazy because I have everything here and there.    I don’t even pack deodorant.

Course, there has to be some sort of 911.   I don’t think I’ve ever really left here without something going wrong at the last second.    In this case, it’s the roof.   It started leaking right in the middle of the kitchen.  Not good… especially since it’s raining every day now.   Florida is back to it’s usual humid till you drop and rain till you drowned.

That’s not really different than in previous years.

Guilt, of course, is there.
I feel guilty about leaving Sneezles.    Especially since I’ve scared the crud out of him by shampooing the carpets and cleaning various things.   He doesn’t trust the smell.  I’m grateful for him, even if he’s a bit of a financial drain.    The skitty kitty accepts me no matter how many times I leave and come back.

I feel guilty about leaving the house.   It’s kind of grown a persona for me.   Before, it was a prison.   Now, it’s like an elderly adversary.  I don’t want it destroyed any more and I don’t harbor bad feelings from when it was my prison.  Now, I just want to help it age.  The house is in need… it’s in need of a lot of things, but the dripping ceiling is more urgent than others.

Maybe, in a different dimension, there’s a way I could swing having the roof replaced or something.  There’s not.   I hate to leave it in need.

I hate to leave anything in need.

I also hate that this big beautiful giant vine… that I have aggressively pulled off the cable line multiple times is happily growing back.   The vine has kind of become like an adversary.      I don’t want to destroy it, but I don’t want it dragging down the lines that provide the house internet either.

I battled it just a couple of days ago and it’s already sending tendrils up to capture my line again.    It’s been so rainy lately that I’m sure it is going to have gorgeous flowers.  I need the superpower where I can talk to plants.  I’d happily let it cover the shed if it’d just stay off that line.

Humm…  a student actually contacted me.
I should probably see what she wants.   Something about ethical surveys.

I don’t want to wait.   Who knows what’s going to happen later.    I got to get back to her.    Can’t leave anyone in need — especially this one.   She’s really trying to do well.

Sleepy sleepy sleepy.