There aren't enough hours in the day. Though I will say I was frivolous enough to spend the time to get a pedicure. For some reason, flying international means I need a pedicure. Yeah, like if I die having nicely painted toenails, it will ensure me getting into whatever vision of the afterlife you proscribe to.

I did, however, toss my holey underwear. Habits die hard. Tomorrow I go out to seek unholey underwear. And some socks, too.

I need to pack the monsters, because when they pack themselves they forget jeans. Or socks. Rarely underwear, but I don't want to go there, either. So I'll pack for them. After doing a thorough laundry job, of course.

I find it hard to fathom that in three days, I'll be on a plane to Rome, Italy. It boggles the mind, it does.

And I'm hoping I can clear my mind enough to write enough. We'll see.

My beloved Daddy has given me, as a bday present, money to go to the RWA conference this July. So I'm stoked. Now all I have to do is register!

I have two days to pack...and lots of time to panic.