Not a last-minute kinda guy, no sir!

Okay, so I finally got everything stowed in the trailer. There's plenty of volume left, but the name of the game with cargo trailers is not so much volume as it is weight, and where it is placed in the vehicle.

The heavy items are in front—heck, pretty much all the items are forward of the trailer axle, so that should not be a problem.

Galina called a little more than an hour ago to report that she'd experienced a flat tire on Highway 287, between Chillicothe and Vernon, here in Texas. I made the call to AAA, and they promised to have roadside assistance there by a quarter to nine, but Galina called soon after to report that someone had stopped to help change the tire, so she had called AAA to cancel the call for assistance.

It reminds me of a time, back around 1975 or so, when I was returning home from a visit to a Marine Reserve Center and stopped to change the tire on a car being driven by two older ladies. I didn't think it was any sort of big deal, and refused the twenty they offered me. Heck, I didn't stop to help in the hope of any kind of material reward, that's for sure.

My personal stuff is in a kind of packing limbo. I've been segregating some stuff—meds, flashlight, books, USB drive, and so on—into a box. My computer will probably get packed tomorrow morning, along with clothes (pretty easy, as the "uniform of the day" for the next ten days or so is going to be "casual"), after which I will need to do one last pass through the bathroom, laundry room, and kitchen to make sure they're shipshape for Galina and Alla's arrival tomorrow afternoon.

I should probably get some of that done now, and then do some rack drill.

Cheers...