Heavy bag is heavy
Oct. 23rd, 2011 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance*removes cat*
Heavy bag is still heavy. I am taking books for Karen, books for other people, books for me. I am not taking my big fat read-on-the-flight-home book; I shall have to find Another. Gosh. I can haz buk?
I have packed many medications, some of which will probably get me arrested but hey. I got scrips for them all.
I have packed the camera, and the marmalade. I am going to go downstairs now and check my passport neurotically (it's in a backpack inside another backpack, for complicated reasons that will involve a whole load of repacking at Juliet's).
I have packed the teddy bear.
Clothes. I should probably pack some clothes. Also toiletries (tho' half my toilet bag is actually devoted to further medications; I am a flying pharmacy).
*removes cat*
What else do I need?
[EtA: the boys are very clear that Something Is Up, and that they Do Not Approve. I don't know if their little fuzzy heads have figured out that packing-of-case means absence-of-Chaz, I don't know if cats can do that kind of deductive thinking; but they are restless and suspicious and following me about. And packing themselves, obviously. That could just be a game, the inevitable lure of a suitcase; is it sheer bloody anthropomorphism, to wonder if it might be more?]
Heavy bag is still heavy. I am taking books for Karen, books for other people, books for me. I am not taking my big fat read-on-the-flight-home book; I shall have to find Another. Gosh. I can haz buk?
I have packed many medications, some of which will probably get me arrested but hey. I got scrips for them all.
I have packed the camera, and the marmalade. I am going to go downstairs now and check my passport neurotically (it's in a backpack inside another backpack, for complicated reasons that will involve a whole load of repacking at Juliet's).
I have packed the teddy bear.
Clothes. I should probably pack some clothes. Also toiletries (tho' half my toilet bag is actually devoted to further medications; I am a flying pharmacy).
*removes cat*
What else do I need?
[EtA: the boys are very clear that Something Is Up, and that they Do Not Approve. I don't know if their little fuzzy heads have figured out that packing-of-case means absence-of-Chaz, I don't know if cats can do that kind of deductive thinking; but they are restless and suspicious and following me about. And packing themselves, obviously. That could just be a game, the inevitable lure of a suitcase; is it sheer bloody anthropomorphism, to wonder if it might be more?]