Four days. Last night when I was trying (unsuccessfully) to get to sleep, I found myself composing text for one of my story ideas, and got up and typed out a few hundred words. This was promising on a couple of levels: first, it’s been awhile since text spontaneously appeared in my brain; second, my wrists appeared none the worse for wear after the half hour or so of typing I did.
My “things to pack” pile grows steadily larger. The luxury of being able to throw whatever I want into my car almost guarantees that I will bring twice as much stuff as I could possibly need. Will I need six pairs of shoes? No. Will I bring that many? Absolutely. And unfortunately I can’t get my old laptop working well enough to bring it, so I’ll be hauling my desktop.
Now I’m off to do some cleaning, so that the apartment will be nice and clean when I leave. Four days. (ack!)