Packed Up

And being packed up isn't doing me much good.

I thought I was leaving today.  And I'm not.  My flight to Memphis was pushed back until early morning on the 28th.  So early on the 28th - that I have to get to the airport on the 27th.  As soon as I founf out I was being pushed back a day, I rushed to turn my big bag of dirty laundry in to the cleaners.  I'd rather not travel with dirty laundry, but I also didn't want to have to leave without picking up laundry in the cleaners.  Though having laundry in the cleaners wouldn't stop me for one minute for leaving.

Last night, after the movie, I tried to read more of The Stand, so I read until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and I slept until eleven this morning.  I think that when I return to Dover, I won't get the "sleep in until eleven" experience for a while.  Rebecca will see to that.

I actually got up around eight.  I had some breakfast and was planning on hitting the gym and decided that a nap sounded better.  That's when I went back to bed and slept until eleven.

So I headed into the office and checked to see what time my flight was tonight; and that's when I found out that my flight to Memphis was pushed back a day.  SO I went back to my apartment changed into my gym clothes and I'm sitting here now writing my entry.