All is in readiness. The statistics finals have been graded and the grades submitted. (The geometry tests will have to wait. Fortunately, with the new system, I can submit grades from San Diego.) I've cleaned almost all of the perishables out of the fridge and pantry: no bread, milk, soda, eggs, bacon, lunch meat, cereal, coffee.... (I had just eaten the last of the bread for breakfast when I realized that I didn't have anything left for lunch. Quick run to the grocery store....) I've selected the books I'm taking with me (Anathem, Princeps' Fury, The War of the End of the World, Going Postal, and Team of Rivals) and packed them away, alongside the clothing and toiletries. The camera is in the suitcase, and the recharger, just in case.
In about an hour and a half, I'll call the cab to take me to Lambert Field. It'll be another eight hours before I reach my father's house, what with layovers and such; I'll probably be asleep on my feet by then. (Dad will probably be asleep, too, but my brother will wait up for me.)
I'm starting to feel the usual guilt about Buster and Gracie; this will be the first time I've left them alone for more than a weekend. But they'll be home, the sitter will make sure they have food and water, and so on.
I hope they'll be OK.
In about an hour and a half, I'll call the cab to take me to Lambert Field. It'll be another eight hours before I reach my father's house, what with layovers and such; I'll probably be asleep on my feet by then. (Dad will probably be asleep, too, but my brother will wait up for me.)
I'm starting to feel the usual guilt about Buster and Gracie; this will be the first time I've left them alone for more than a weekend. But they'll be home, the sitter will make sure they have food and water, and so on.
I hope they'll be OK.