Zero hour, 8pm...Yeah, I'm no Elton John and certainly no Stewie and/or Bill Shatner...
Before I go further, I want to acknowledge that this is my 401st post here in the Lettuce. Who would have thought?
It's 2am and I'm awake. At just after 8pm tonight I will be on a plane headed for Manchester where Simon and his sister will be waiting to pick me up tomorrow morning. I should be asleep, but then I also should have packed my bags, cleaned the house, and had the dogs semi-ready to go stay with Krista several days ago.
Load songs on iPod. Finish packing "non-clothing" checked luggage. Snuggle with Daisy. Dash by grocery in the morning for last minute doggie food. Dash back by grocery on the way to the airport for last minute things I could very well be packing right now.
It's all so surreal...
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