It’s so dumb that I am awake, randomly cruising blogs when it’s almost 1 a.m. But this is just about the first quiet moment I’ve had today. On Friday we’re leaving for a week at the ocean which means that I have lists scrolling in my head: spaghetti sauce, tacos, sloppy joes, grapes, strawberries–don’t forget stuff for s’mores . . . beach chairs, towels–is that striped one still at my mom’s house, let me call her . . . what book shall I take to read? Maybe A Prayer for Owen Meany, I’ve been meaning to reread that, or maybe that other Mark Helprin book . . .
And laundry . . . if I wash everything, packing will be easy . . . wonder where that other duffle bag is? I need to find a flashlight to look under the bed . . . don’t forget laundry detergent . . . I wonder if the oven will get fixed before dinner tomorrow and if those pizzas from Papa Murphy’s will make it another day . . . I need to vacuum and scrub toilets before we go. Is there enough kitty litter to change the boxes? Oh, which reminds me, I need to give Swimmy the Beta fish clean water and some food . . . sure hope I don’t catch Grace’s cold.
Why does it take so much preparation to go away?
And then when you get back, you need another week to recover. . . .what’s that about?