Late

There are only 40 days left before the Outer Banks, and I am seriously behind in my annual rituals. Taking a class has an impact. So does the economy and its effects on my family.

Victor said today that we have to start putting items aside, packing boxes. When Victor says that, he of the Rational Packing stripe (I would qualify as completely Irrational in Packing Philosophy), well, I get e.x.c.i.t.e.d.

Already, I am feeling like our trip will be upon us in a blink, and then over. Over! How do I slow the days to a crawl? (Not the ones before, mind you, but the ones during.) I envision myself on the Buxton porch, in the sun, just gazing at the sea.