I'm getting ready to head north to International Falls tomorrow. So I should be packed. I'm not. Most of my camping stuff is on the floor of the living room, but I really have to dig in and get packing.
This is not unusual for me. When I was getting ready to leave home for the Peace Corps, my Mom was super frustrated at my not packing weeks ahead. So I let her pack my stuff, and she packed, unpacked, repacked, and by the time she was done, my stuff was beautifully packed, and she was far less frustrated. And I didn't have to pack.
But today I have to pack. Really.