As lifelong procrastinator, I'm happy to say that procrastination does indeed pay. I didn't get around to booking my airfare for Escapade over the weekend, so I did it this morning and the price had come down $50!

Oh, by the way, I've decided to tempt fate, show optimism, and go to Escapade. (In other words. hooray! for being fiscally imprudent, immature, and irresponsible!)

Other than that this morning, I'm drinking coffee, contemplating a shower, reminding myself to call in and pick up my prescription refill and wondering what clothes to pack.

No, not for Escapade. I'm heading out this afternoon to do two more days' of temp work for the R.C.'s bi-annual festival, remember? I'll be off-line and out of touch until Thursday. This is my last scheduled income-producing activity for a while. After this, I'll have to go back to badgering Buehler to bring me in at least one day a week to mess around in the office.

Anyhow, I'm going to try to get away with taking just a very small bag. In fact, my rolling computer bag. It will be a Test of my packing ability to see if I can get two days' worth of clothes and cosmetics into one little bag. (I'm a chronic overpacker.)

A couple of weekends ago, the R.C. and I attended a Cruising Seminar (free from AAA) and one of the sessions we attended was All About Packing. And, of course, the capable, well-organized woman running it can pack fourteen days' worth of mix-and-match clothes in one 14" suitcase. Me, I generally need a 14' suitcase for 48 hours, but we'll see. I'm not a mix-and-match kind of gal, myself. To be mix-and-match, you need to be a Layers Person and no one who remembers my current IC predicament could rationally expect me to put on layers of clothing.

OTOH, the fact that I'm scheduled to work 22 hours means I don't have to worry about how to fill my leisure time, so I don't have to include my usual 8 books. Which is a relief since most of I've been reading recently is MYSA-AS and I'd have to take 20 of them. (I still can't figure out how I got hooked on "reading" a kind of book that has so few words in it. I take a book to the hairdresser's with me. I carry a book if I have to go to the driver's license bureau. I read all the time. Why, at my advanced age, am I now "reading" picture books?)

And, speaking of MYSA-AS, I was flipping around the television last night and I found this thing called "on demand." Further investigation revealed the existence of MYSA-AS episodes, which is entirely cool. (How long has that been going on?)

I caught two episodes of DNAngel (the anime seems to be a lot gayer than the books). I was surprised by how different the storyline was from anything I read in the books. Now I'm dying to see the rest of the anime.

They also offered a couple of episodes of DoD but I didn't like them. Instead of subtitles, they had English-speaking voice actors dubbing the lines and it was icky. Tsuzuki didn't sound at all like himself. (Clutches her 13 Yami no Matsuei files to her chest protectively.) (You know the weird thing? Since I started watching YnM, I don't really re-read the books as much. That's not like me. Usually, even if they make a movie of a book I like, I prefer reading the book to watching the movie.)

(How sad. Not only reduced to reading picture books, but reverting to my early childhood and staring in rapt fascination at cartoons!)

And, because I also got my long-awaited Reader's Journal for Christmas this year, I'm reading a couple of more serious books, so I can record them in it. I also mention this to reassure you that I haven't gone completely gaga. I have a Le Carré book I haven't read yet (Absolute Friends) and a political-type book (Start Making Sense) that I've been meaning to finish. Actually, I have about 20 political-type books sitting, waiting to be read but some of them are kind of heavy slogging, so I'm waiting to be in the mood.

My ability to just type and type and type regardless of whether or not I actually have anything to say is a little embarrassing.

Drat! Just got an e-mal from Buehler wanting me to come in at 8:00 am tomorrow. I knew he'd forget. And I think he has out-of-town guests in the office tomorrow so it's probably not work I can do later in the week. Maybe I can go in and do whatever it is this afternoon? I'd better get my shower and get to packing, just in case.

P.S. Called him. We can do most of it this afternoon. There goes my leisurely day of wandering around, packing, and getting a few chores done....