I’m having a little trouble with the idea that I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ve been planning and thinking about this trip for so long, it doesn’t exactly seem right that it’s really going to happen. What’s really strange is that I’m not that unprepared. Usually, at this point before leaving on a trip, I’m racing around with a zillion last-minute things to do, which I am never going to get done before I leave, but this time I seem to be right about on schedule. I still have to pack, and clean various animal-waste receptacles, but I think that’s about it. Unless I’m forgetting something. I’m probably forgetting something.