… packing. I wish I could say I love it but I don’t. Not one bit. It really stresses me out because in the back of my mind, I’m always wondering if I’m missing anything important. I always tell myself that whatever I miss, I can always buy when I get there. Doesn’t always work!
Right now, I’ve got my suitcase on the floor and I’m just tossing stuff in, bit by bit, as I go along. Strangely enough, that’s what my girl friend, the ever-efficient secretary, tells me is the organized way to pack. I didn’t know that! I never thought much about it.
Anyhow I’ve got mostly shorts and tank tops in there because it’s going to be hot, hot, hot in California. And a shirt (in case I’m suddenly required to look like a mom!), a smock top (in case we go out to dinner with friends) and… okay, I’m stuck, don’t know what else!?! I’ll leave that till tomorrow!
But I reckon I won’t be packing much. Trying to save some space for Steev’s stuff and once he gets unpacked when we get there, I’ll have space for my shopping spoils. How’s that? 
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