waiting....waiting....waiting....

Less than that, really. In......22 hours and 40 minutes I will be somewhere in the air over, oh, maybe Tennessee. Or somewhere between here and Arizona, anyway. In approximately 29.5 hours I will be sitting down next to T. and ordering a beer. (Cue Homer: Beeeerrr....)

So now I’m into waiting mode. Not my favorite thing. I can tell already I’m getting all hyper and twitchy. My sentences are more Hemingway-length than my usual Henry Jamesian multiple clauses. And it’s not caffeine, ‘cause I’ve hardly had any today. Really. Ignore that Coke next to the computer. It’s only my second for the day and I had peppermint tes with breakfast and ginger ale with lunch.

Ohhh. Maybe it’s not caffeine but sugar that’s making me hyper. I really should go put the nervous energy to use and finish my packing. I’ll ship one big box and one small one, and will be carrying a big suitcase, a small suitcase, a carry-on, and an adorable baby Martin guitar. (It’s a backpacker guitar, the only kind of Martin I could afford. My picking skills don’t justify a real Martin anyway.) Packing up three months of your life is a weird feeling anyway. Way too much shit. There’s the stuff I first brought out, the stuff I brought on later trips (I never seemed to take anything home except books I’d finished reading), and all the crap Ive bought during three months when shopping was often the only convenient form of recreation (I’m not big into TV). (Wow, two paragraph clauses in one sentence. Must be lapsing back into H. James voice.)

Not sure which is worse, waiting or packing. Yes, I am. Packing is over with sooner.

Separate subject: I’m impressed with the way Andrew and co. keep adding features, like the nifty previous/next feature (see links below). I keep thinking about getting the gold membership, except I don’t think I really want banners and I don’t need space for images. (Our photos are here and here. But for $30, I might do it anyway, just to support d-land. It’s definitely done a lot for my (relative) sanity over the past month. After all, I just gave money to Boston’s incredible folk radio station, WUMB, for similar reasons.