11/19 Journal

I think I have most of my stuff relatively close to ready to go. I’ve made (I think) six different kinds of cookies, about 2 dozen each; prosciutto pinwheels and two variants—dried beef and pastrami & corned beef; and sausage balls and two variants—chicken with mexican seasonings, and beef with worchestshire. The freezer is jam-packed. Tomorrow, I dump it all in the ice chest and hope it stays cold.

I have most of my clothes and such packed. I’m just waiting for a couple of things to dry, and I need to pack the stuff that I’ll still use in the morning. It feels as if there are far too many things that can’t be done till the morning. I’m probably already behind. Sigh.

One of the hardest parts is figuring out what I need to bring to occupy myself. I have 4 young adult novels. Sharon wants me to bring the book manuscript (which I haven’t picked up since sometime in August I believe). The sad part of that was that I didn’t even know where the printouts were.

I always end up carrying a pile of junk that I never use; so I forbid myself to bring the box of books for the writing assignment. I’ve pulled a couple of books and my box of notecards, plus the drafts obviously. Still I have this endless fear that I’ll need the one thing that I’ve left behind. I could have an entire library of books in my car, and the one I need would still be the one I left behind.

I’m just full of happy, optimistic thoughts, aren’t I? Too many memories today. Pictures and old texts and other things lost. I need to go to bed I suspect, so that I can stay awake during the drive.