10 December 2004

This evening I was so tired that it took me far longer than usual to perform the simple function of packing for my trip east. The shuttle due to arrive at 4:10 am the next morning, I puttered and dilly-dallied past one or two. Fortunately, my cell phone has a loud enough alarm to get me up at any hour, and I was on my way. Here I am, trying for perfect exposure with my new camera, suitcase empty, washer running downstairs, and head flooded with things to do and to pack. Perfect procrastination.