About where I want to be, all things considered...

Speaking of my immediate situation, not necessarily long-term goals, but there I go, starting off a post with a digression...

My invoice is submitted. I have presented myself to my doctor for a check of my vitals (I am alive, with normal body temperature, acceptable blood pressure, and can afford to lose weight). The van has been serviced (oil changed, fluid levels checked, yada yada...). I am not fully sleep-shifted back to a normal day-night cycle, having only fallen asleep last night at around 3 am after tossing and turning in the sack since midnight. Melatonin did not help.

Considering I shall probably not be in Texas again until after the New Year, I feel an obligation to clean the place a little more than usual and batten down the hatches in shipshape style. I also need to pack the stuff I've identified as "going with me to Colorado," i.e., actually put it in the van. I figure that should take me a couple of hours.

I've also invited Lee to come by tonight after her work ends, so I can break bread with her and see her one more time before I leave. That will have the additional beneficial effect of keeping me from doing something rash, such as leaving for home tonight and trying to drive home in one marathon session. No matter how I slice it, it will take no less than 16 hours to get home from here.

Which reminds me...I need to make reservations for the ATA Conference in L.A. Ideally, it would be good to stay at the conference's hotel, but such hotels tend to be pricey (then again, they may have some good deals left, who knows?).

Cheers...

The best laid plans...

...have their own rules. My plan for the day fell far short of the classification "best laid," but still...

The car is (largely) packed, containing a desk, shelf, table, and several boxes of "stuff." What remains to pack are the plants, laundry (which can be used as padding), and my laptop.

The dishes are washed and the bathroom is clean. That may remain the extent of my grand plan to clean this place up; there is way too much to do in precious little time. Improvising, I plan to foist the frozen food on Natalie when she comes to visit, currently scheduled around 9 pm.

My room in L.A. is assured. The hotel has informed me that they require 72 hours notice should I decide not to use my guaranteed reservation. Yeow! No cheap airline tickets have shown up in my searches (there is just no getting around the fact that the flight into and out of Durango adds a fairly fixed-price chunk to any fare), so I guess I'll be driving to and from L.A. instead of flying, unless a really good deal rears its skinky little head at me. Mapquest tells me it's just over 830 miles from home to the hotel, door to door, which is about 250 miles less than the trek from home to Pearland.

Now, all I have to do is put together my presentation. :^)

Cheers...