2am. I’m surrounded by boxes and kits and suitcases. And potato chips, or what’s left of them anyway. Winston on my lap because he’s trying to keep me from leaving again. I have some more packing to do, and I need to get some orders ready for shipping, but honestly I’m not sure I have the energy in me right now to finish up. I think a short night’s sleep is in order and I’ll get the remaining tasks done before I have to leave for the airport at 9:15. At least I was smart enough to NOT schedule a 6am flight like I often do.
