Down into the final stretch already.
I packed my bag with the stuff I put on my list, so it looks like I'll be
able to hop on the plane with only carry-on luggage. I'm still waiting
for the sinking feeling that I've been expecting to hit me. It hasn't come yet.
It's partly due to the fact that I really haven't slowed down much as
everything has been finishing.
What has been changing is that I've had to let go of all my impulses to
pester with stuff around the house the same way. Having a household
with other people in it is a constant exercise in low-grade dissatisfaction.
There is always *something* in it that is not done. Always *something*
that needs taking care of. I tried to do as much as I could in preparation
for remote administration, but some stuff only comes up when you are
looking out the window at the yard, thinking "I ought to take care of that...."
Sigh.
I found out that I'll be staying in a furnished apartment when I get
to Houston on Sunday night. Not exactly cheap, but it will have to do.
I've gotten a lead on a room in a house, but I'll have to meet and greet
when I get there to see if it will work.
The past two years have taught me quite a bit about a lot of things,
but I'll have to be in Houston to really put it all in perspective.