I really, truly, hate...

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sorting things.  Yes, I did get a chair out there.  Yes, I spent as much time as I could, sorting, tossing, even creating a pile for those things I want to consider a bit longer.  When nothing has an exact place, however, deciding where to put things is just plain annoying.  Still, that is what I intend to do.  I just hope the muscles that un-cross my eyes get stronger with a workout.  This is the only sort of task that absolutely bores me.  Staying focused is terribly difficult.  I doubt if I got an half hour in.  It is what I could do and remain conscious.

I am pulling a few things for the upcoming trip.  And keeping an eye on a few other things.  Tools weren't terribly necessary, last time.  Still, a small set is always good to take on any kind of a cross-state, or longer duration trip.  And there are a few other things to consider.  Mostly food, sleeping items, clothes, and water, though.  I think 2.5 gallons, per day, is quite enough.  That will leave 2.5 extra gallons, considering the event is five days and the trip can be easily made in a one day drive.  Not much food is needed, and three sets of clothes, with maybe an extra type of two of those sets... Fresh unders are the things to keep up on.  Of course, I have some that wash easily and dry fast, so really only three of those even.  I will probably put everything I am taking in the very back of my vehicle.  No rack carrier, no back seat needing lowered, only the bike will need to be added to the outside.  I'm not even sure that is necessary, or functional, at this event, being so small.  Still, it could come in handy.  It's a lot faster than walking.  Hmm, perhaps warmer clothes, and waterproof gear, though.  Not much.  I used so little of what I took to BMan. 

I ought to get busy and see about the shaving brushes.  If I can find those, after some practice honing and stropping, and then the real deal, I can get to shaving.  Oh, balloons!  I'll grab some of those the next time I am in town.  Ten should do, for practice.  It's a nervy way to learn, but sure beats a terribly cut face.  Now, I didn't do that bad, just compared to store bought disposables.  Nicks, it seems, all over.  Three to five good ones, a bunch of little ones, and razor burn.  The blades weren't sharp enough, and I wasn't stropping, either.  Why now?  Dunno...  No, I'm not going through a 'cutting' phase.  I never saw the point in that.  If you are going in, go all in.  Shotgun, baby.  I don't see the point of that, either.  Nope, it just crossed my mind.  And, perhaps, as I am getting better, I want to conquer this thing.  I might retreat but I don't give up on a plan forever.  And, I've been busy with other things to this point.  Slash!  Ah-ah!  Gordon?  :)

Later.