We Sang in the Sunshine

God help me, I'm peeling like a masochistic banana. Now I know what my pet iguanas used to go through.

Most of my stuff is packed and ready for the long drive tomorrow. The problem, for an unorganized person like me, is that being 'packed' comes in different phases. The first packing phase (achieved this afternoon) is the general picking up of strewn clothes, folding whatever is clean, and throwing/recycling away the obvious garbage (wine bottles, empty Eggo boxes, etc.). Basically this afternoon is a cleanup that should have been done on a daily basis.

Tonight comes phase two. A little more detailed with the things that need to go into the suitcase. There's the clothes I wore today, the final laundry cycle hill, the beach things I was hoping to use after dinner but never did. Half bags of chips will be thrown away because I don't want to be reminded of the ridiculous amount of calories consumed after a seafood buffet. Some sweeping is also on the list here - the kitchen tiles are filthy with sand.

Tomorrow is when the panic actually sinks in. The pajamas. The dried bikini. The sheets. The bags and bags of things that need to be carried into the car. The shower products. Also, since I plan to be sleepy and hungover, I'll be worried that I'm missing something important and there's no time to figure out what it is. Last cleanout of the coffee machine. Every counter will be carefully scanned twice over to make sure it's clear. Someone who isn't me will do the dishes. The liquor cabinet will be mournfully locked.

And I'll be on my way. Looking forward to Tim Horton's, beer pints, and Gir.