So I'm talking to my friend and I mention my plan to sit up all night in the airport Thursday and she expressed surprise that I'd want to be there so long, so please check the departure time??????
Turns out my flight leaves at 6
PM on Friday. Whew! Extreme blonde moment there.
I had to laugh that I'd become so accustomed to flying being inconvenient that I'd assumed it was a god-awful early flight that I wouldn't be able to catch without spending the night in the terminal. LOL!
There's a cosmic lesson in there somewhere. I just chose to laugh at my own ditzy nature and remind myself to
A. Read more carefully in the future, please.
B. Stop assuming anything other than the best is in store for me.
C. Take a moment to thank the hard working staff at the Joy Division for once again having my back. They must laugh a lot there too.
Time to start in on the list. For the first time in my life I haven't physically written it down anywhere and every time I try it resists being confined to paper. Interesting. Let's see how this free-form wrap-up goes. So far I have the SWICKS set up and a good part of the packing away done. Lights are all tucked away, crates and trays are cleaned and stacked. I'm glad I have more time to get the tent down. It'll come down faster and easier than it went up, I'm sure, but the additional time means I'll get it cleaned better.
Ok, let's try a list of gardening essentials
- plant clover in no-tills
- fill SWICK reservoirs
- lights over no tills on timers
- jar it up
- dismantle fan and filter
- scrub tent
- dismantle tent
Good. I bought another day. Sweet. Those people in Joy Division must love me something fierce.
You know the drill. You. Joy. Disperse far and wide.