I’m supposed to be packing right now. There is much packing to be done. If I am NOT packing, I should at least be fixing something for dinner, because I have a distinct Hungry going on.
But I am not packing. I am sitting here on the couch, tippity-tip-tapping on the laptop keyboard, which doesn’t always acknowledge spacing (which is irritating), while the ever-so-pleasant evening of perfect temperatures and a huge pink-tinged full moon, has suddenly turned into a really violent thunderstorms.
Flash. Boom. Rumble.
I need to go pack. Or go eat. Or something.