So I actually arrived in Virginia, as you probably guessed. There was leftover steak pizza to celebrate my arrival, and just like last time, I fell into bed without carrying much of anything in the house. I was just too tired. I’m getting too old, it appears.

This morning was spent sleeping in. I am on vacation after all, and I was worn out when I got here. We went on the mega pre-Christmas shopping trip this afternoon. Mama gets a senior citizen discount on Tuesdays, so we try to get whatever we need then. It was a full cart.

I had help from family this evening on emptying the car. The desk in the room that I’m using has been cleaned off, so I’ve set up a workspace. Conceivably, I’ll work on that manuscript that’s been lying around. Right now, however, there’s still cleaning and Christmas-related tasks to accomplish. Tomorrow we’re running errands to gather the last-minute things we need for gifts and such stuff.

Troublesome Mr Hankey

Shutting down the computer. Time to hit the road soon. Updates as possible.

The housesitter is set. Most of my stuff is loaded in the car. Everything else is gathered around and waiting to be carried out. I got my Christmas cards taken care of. Washed some more clothes. Dishwasher is ready to be run. I have an early morning wake-up call set up. And beyond all that, I’m not all stressed as I was last night. Things feel much smoother at this point. Delaying a day, intentional or not, seems to have been a wonderful idea.

“All or nothing is easy. Learning to have just a little bit is discipline.”

So much for leaving town today. I’m such a moron. I wasn’t done packing around 2 AM, but I decided that I was really tired. So I laid down, completely dressed, thinking that I would rest just for a few minutes. Lights all on, dishwasher standing open, TV on. I woke up at 10:30. Lights all on and so forth. Pretty much as I left it last night. Except one thing. I found all my clothes lying on the floor beside my bed. I somehow undressed in my sleep. It’s a shame there’s no film of me getting out of my jeans in my sleep. I’d like to see what that looked like.

So I called Mom and said, “How about tomorrow?” Just as well it appears, as it’s been snowing. But I still feel like an idiot.