It smells like gasoline.
11 in the morning, but it still feels the same as when I got up at 7:45 to take VG and MC to the train station.* Including the sound of lawnmowers.
I need to pack. Unfortunately, for the moment my mental list doesn't fit into any reasonable amount of luggage. I need to remind myself how little I ACTUALLY need. The problem is, skimping usually leads to needing something else, later. Though, there's no way to get around at least 3 pairs of shoes: sneakers, hiking boots, and water-shoes. That's half my bag right there.
I hate "the day before" with a passion. The day of is exciting and more than 2 days before you can successfully ignore whatever is going to happen. But not the day before. That's when you have to think about it. And you can't procrastinate on paperwork anymore >.>
*They came over to rock climb yesterday and stayed for dinner. Since we weren't done until 11 or so, and by that point the train would have gotten them home really late, they stayed the night, instead.
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