The Post where I Know I Should, but I Don’t Want To

I have so many things on my plate that should get done before I leave tomorrow, and I know half of them are going to be left unfinished. I suppose now is the time that I should be making a list of all the things that I think need to be done, and then deciding which ones I’m going to sacrifice.

I have to make dog food before I go. It takes no time to cook up a week’s worth of meat or vegetables, really. And at least I can throw it on the stove while I’m doing something else. I should have done it this weekend, but I’m not entirely sure where the weekend went. I think we were relaxing. God forbid.

Grocery shopping. This is sort of dog-food related, and sort of related to the knowledge that I cannot possibly leave Mike for two weeks without stocking up the fridge. That would be mean. I am making him come with me, though, so I can just buy whatever he wants. Like Spicy Sodium Soup.

Cleaning. I don’t know. This always gets sacrificed. That’s not fair, either. Maybe I can do half. Maybe I can manage to mop the kitchen floor, and finish up the dishes. And clean off my desk. I would like to come back to a clean desk, a symbolic fresh start for the summer.

Laundry. Non-negotiable. I am not going to a foreign country without underwear, even if that foreign country is home to Marks & Spencer. Which reminds me, I need to buy some socks. I am really, really low on socks, and I do not trust the English weather enough to leave without them.

Banking. Must be done before I leave. I need some spending money, and I need to put some cheques in. Both involve pain-in-the-ass trips to completely different locations, as I never managed to move everything from my old bank to my new one.

My taxes. I need to make a valiant attempt to get them done before I go. At least I’ve paid everything, though. They can’t come looking for their cash!

Invoicing. Gah. Why all the accounting? WHY?

Last bits of work. I’m sure the occasional random request will float in before four p.m. tomorrow.

Packing. Well, duh.

It’s going to be a long two days, I think.

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