The cat is on my suitcase.
Nothing else is in my suitcase.
I'm going to miss you too, my sweet Max.
Packing the warmest things I own. Leave no long johns behind!
I also have a fun little New Year's Eve dress but....not sure it's gonna be warm enough. Not for the wuss of a warm-temperature gal planning to wear it.
I called my family tonight, to be assured they were having zero fun without me.
They said they weren't, but I heard something about a bottle of wine being polished off, so I'm not sure they're having zero fun.
They also went to church tonight and there was a cow inside the building, so I really don't think they can promise they are having zero fun.
Cow in church = fun.
I hope everyone is enjoying my incessant blogging of late. It is my way of not packing.
I'm actually packing actual outfits. Be proud of me for that. I usually just throw whatever in my bag, and then I'm dressed like, well, me.
I am syncing up my tablet -- that I won for free at the company holiday party, yessss -- so that I can watch Felicity tomorrow at the airport and on the plane.
Gonna order my chardonnay -- or what have you -- on the plane, throw in my phones, and laugh right out loud at Javier if I feel like it!
And I'll think of Max. And miss the warmth of California. And some other people and things.
But I'll be headed to see some people I love. The bittersweetness.
I've laid a bunch of clothes out on my bed. Am I done yet?
I also discovered that I don't think I can watch Felicity on my tablet.
Good thing I love to read. And that they have booze at airports. Here's hoping I don't forget my book like last time when I flew to Chicago. But then I made a new friend in Chicago and he gave me a book that was great. So it'll work out.
I'm tired. I want to be done packing. I want to snuggle with the cat.