Cab's Coming in Two Hours

I'd like to think that I'm packed up. I'd like to think that I've got all of the high points covered, that I'm prepared for every eventuality, but I'm probably not. For one thing, I think I over-packed in a lot of areas. I've got somewhere between 16 and 20 pairs of boxer shorts in my bag. Almost 3 weeks worth of underwear. That might make more sense if there wasn't a laundry room right in our hooch. I suppose that gives me most of a month's worth of wiggle room in the event of a maintenance issue, but I'm sure it's just adding weight and volume.

I also may have overdone things in the clever t-shirt department. I packed the dragon t-shirt from last week, along with my other--more introspective--dragon t-shirt. While it is a fire-breathing dragon (bad-ass), it's also a lonely dragon with no friends to wish it a happy birthday, attempting to blow out candles which he can never extinguish. Surely the Joe Army can appreciate the unfortunate irony here. I'm sure I'll be lauded for my sense of style, and ultimately for my sensitivity.

I may have packed too many socks as well, though everyone who's been there tells me there's no such thing as too many socks. I believe I have 15 pairs that'll do for my boots, along with 6 pairs of ankle socks (for all of the running I've convinced myself I'm going to do over there).

All in all, my belongings have added up to one giant duffel bag, a much smaller shoulder bag, the aforementioned Pelican case, and my backpack.

Now I just have to wait.

After spending all day packing I don't know what to do with myself for this next little period. I don't have a car here, and the bike is packed in the back of the garage. I suppose Icould blog about the endless minutia of my life--that might kill some time.