Today’s the day we hit the road.

To my great dismay, Banjo Man has packed 9/10 of the car with his own “stuff” and we will, once again, look as if we are (a) homeless, (b) hoarders or (c) moving across the country in a reenactment of the Dust Bowl.

All we need is a pair of oxen hooked up to the back bumper.

Banjo Man was able to pack unsupervised because I’ve been semi-conscious on Ibuprofen and Tylenol since Friday’s tooth extraction.  I’ve learned that Ibuprofen turns me into a zombie-like lump, so now that the pain has eased I will not be taking it every six hours as instructed.

I don’t really know what clothes I’ve packed, but through the fog I’ve done my best to remember how I organized “life on the road” previously.   Some of you will see us along the way–and we’re so looking forward to it!–but if my clothes don’t match and I look like I dressed out of a dumpster, just smile sympathetically and give me a cup of tea.

So…we are leaving in exactly twelve minutes.  We have to return a library book and, in Mystic, pick up Banjo Man’s latest batch of photo prints.

See you soon!