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Friday, September 23, 2005
because I'm myself...
I'm all packed and ready to go, with a duffel bag by the door with a sleeping bag and pillow on top just like a junior high kid heading off to Methodist church camp; I've tidied the house, and even done a little reorganizing, so that it's not TOO much to expect it to be reasonably tidy in two days when I get back. I am leaving in an hour and a half, after the Jane-Austen-film-adaptation-assisted laundry-folding spree on which I'm about to embark. And five minutes ago I got a strong, distinct, solid, acid-reflux-inducing conviction that I've forgotten something essential -- either something I'm supposed to do here at home before I go, or something I'm supposed to pack. Tonight at approximately 11:15 I will remember it, whatever it is. I hope it's not something that results in some sort of disaster on the level of, say, a conflagration that consumes our home.
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Well, you are on your way and will probably be checking in in about 45 minutes and I wish I was there with you. Now that the weekend is actually here, I am feeling that very strong pang of regret mixed with the understanding that I had no control over the situation and that just frustrates me. I SHOULD have been there with you. Anyways, I hope you had fun and I will miss you over the weekend and look forward to hearing all about it when you get home.
Posted by: jenn at September 23, 2005 03:19 PM
