Someday it won’t be like this. Piles of clothes waiting to be packed or left behind. Me forgetting which is which between mad dashes to the computer to collate forgotten bits or travel administrivia. Someday, I’ll live a normal grown-up life with some sense of order.
Someday. I assume, someday, that’s what I’ll want. Today I’m excited to go to Sarasota.
See you there?