June 20, 2005~~2:28 p.m.
Four days until departure...

So we leave in... four days. I've made lists. I've shopped for things we need for the trip. I've uploaded all the CDs I've bought in the last few months and loaded them into my iPod. I decided what book to take on the plane... and accidentally started reading it a little bit. I moved my make-up into the smaller travel caboodle. I've done a BOATLOAD of laundry. In spite of that, I have not actually packed anything.

The husband, on the other hand, is almost completely packed. I think that when he throws in the shorts he wore yesterday that I washed this morning, he'll be done with the exception of toiletries he still has to use until then.

I kinda want to be packed. I'm almost even excited about getting everything together and making it happen... and yet, I don't. On a conscious level, I don't like not just getting it done, but somewhere inside I must get a rush from the hurried-last-minute thing, because even with a lot of planning, I don't seem to be able to push myself before then.

Y'know, the car will leave Friday afternoon. I, along with whatever I have packed by then, will be in it and vacation will commence. Seems very simple and stress-free... but maybe that's because it's still four days away.

~Alice