I have a trip planned for the fall, and I find myself wanting to start packing for it already. And by that, I don’t just mean, “I catch myself making lists of things to pack at a later, more reasonable time.” Oh no. The list is well and truly built. I actually want to take out a suitcase, and start putting things in it. Like, there’s a part of me thinking I need to take the outfits I’ll wear months from now out of the rotation, so they’ll be clean and ready. (As opposed to dusty and wrinkled?)
I think it, and even I know it’s kind of crazy. (So, no, I haven’t started packing for that trip. Yet.)
In addition to my packing list spreadsheet (and my maintain-my-health-spreadsheet — I am a big “spreadsheet” person, yo) I also have a “T minus” spreadsheet. It calculates how long between Now (or Now? or Now? or Now?) and my next travel departure.
And in weeks.
And in days.
And in hours.
Yes, I can tell you how many hours until I leave on my next trip. (Or at least, I can if you give me a second to pull up my spreadsheet? No? Maybe later.)
I don’t calculate it in minutes though.
I mean, it might feel like I’m counting the minutes until I can go on vacation, but I didn’t calculate it down that way. Mostly because I figure if the departure is down to the place where it can only be counted in minutes, I probably need to be getting ready to leave, and not looking at my travel ticker tick downward.
See? That seems almost lucid of me, right?
OK, OK. It’s all a little “off” but I’m sure it’s just the overwork.
I just need a little vacation.
Let me go add that to my spreadsheet…