What's the opposite of the home stretch?

The starting gate, I guess, huh?

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Tomorrow comes the choosing of the clothing, and some serious housecleaning. Anyone who wants to come keep me company is welcome -- it's my last chance for social contact before I leave. We're not having a party or anything, but if you want to stop by, please do, especially if you are either indifferent or amused at the thought of how incredibly messy I've let my house get while I've been working full-time to afford this trip. :-) Dinner will be around 7pm.

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I'm being so good. Got up, had breakfast, put laundry away, separated out clothes for the trip, felt tired...

...went back to bed. Yay, me! It's hard to get myself to sleep in the daytime, but I want to be really rested for my trip, so I'm gonna try to go to bed every time I get tired so I'll get plenty of rest before we leave.

(I have trouble allowing myself to sleep on a plane, too, because I snore when I'm sitting up. Not sure how I'll deal with that on an eleven-hour flight -- probably read, write, read, write, get so tired I don't care, sleep. :-)

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sogwife: *sits at her laptop, doing her hairpin-lace knitting, and watching a DVD*

someotherguy: I don't know why, but I think that's so cute.

sogwife: What?

someotherguy: I don't know... you, and you're sitting there knitting, and you're watching Sleepy Hollow, and...

Me: It's like a modern "Little House on the Prairie".

someotherguy: Yeah! Like Norman Rocketwell!

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My stuff just barely fits in my suitcase, but it fits.

If my extra pair of shoes weren't HUMONGOUS (because my feet are likewise humongous), I'd have room to spare.

Go, me.