I just looked at my plane reservations and realized I’m leaving a day sooner than I thought. I’m also leaving from a different airport.
In my rising hysteria at trying to get everything done before I leave, I’m having trouble prioritizing: spend time with Lulu since I won’t see her for six weeks, or meet work deadlines? Tough either/or choices. Exercise, or eat? Pay bills, or go buy groceries? Start to get ready for my trip, or update the Blind Pig Drawings section of this blog to include 85 more illustrations? See my best friends before I leave, or go to SF to get my hair dyed?
I’m curious to see how the next week unfolds. Tomorrow I have to produce a little multimedia presentation and clean my house in preparation for my six overnight guests from Ireland who arrive Saturday while I’m at my dear friend Anna’s 60th birthday party. While the Irish contingent is getting ready to leave on Sunday, Lulu’s friend Esmeralda will move into my house, which requires my rearrangement of furniture and suchlike, while Lulu packs to go back to school, after which I throw the dog and the daughter into the car and drive a couple hours to deposit daughter at college and dog at my friends’ house, where I’ll spend the night and leave early the next morning to get back in time for a technical meeting for a Web project I’m managing, and then…
I’m going to bed.
Look what Stella found last night.
It was lying there flattened and motionless save for its head, as though it had fallen out of that tree there. In the middle of the night I heard a raccoon-fight and this morning our friend was gone.