Too much.

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Gah!  Every time I turn around there is another detail or task.  Laundry is done, dishes still need to be finished but I refreshed the soak.  The table, hibachi, and b.o.b., plus the pack with the clothes which I had to and did pack, along with the tent and such, are near the door.  I've lined up four containers for water, two with spigots.  The directions were scrawled out by hand earlier.  I still have to get medicine ready.  I still have to think about food.  Four cans of veggies, four cans of fruit, a couple MREs, and of course meats.  But the cooler was in bad shape.  I went to start fitting it with cardboard, to protect from the dry ice.  I had thought it had been cleaned, but... no.  Not too bad, there wasn't anything in it that could seriously rot.  And it was dry.  It's just... mildewy smelling.  So, that is soaking with soap and a touch of bleach.  Medicine has to be set up, twice, and the medsets stored where they won't both go bad if there is a problem.  Another cooler, I hope it is in the basement, for soda, beer, and ice.

From what I am seeing, it should all fit in the back, and back seat, without me having to lay the back seat down.  I prefer not to do that.  Sometimes, though, there isn't an option.  Weight shouldn't even be close to a problem, even running with full water jugs this time.  Last time, my rig was filled to overflowing, plus had a rack carry bag.  Bleh.  Not even close this time.  I should have room for that gorgeous hitchhiker I know I will see.  He boyfriend will have to walk.  No funny business in my vehicle... unless it involves me.  And I'm celibate, so.

Every time I do something I have to think what else I have to do while trying not to stumble over what I have done.  I did make a list, but to make a complete list would... be crazy.  The best I can do is write something like "food", and just know that means assorted cans, some MREs, coffee, French press, frozen and figuring that out, the hibachi and charcoal (which I still have to get when I go to town for dry ice, after the cooler has soaked and is ready to clean and dry, and then is fitted with cardboard so as to be safe from the dry ice), and... whatever else food might involve.  See what I mean.  A general, skeletonized, list, is all that is possible.  The rest just has to be known.  Which, is tight quarters for a cripple who usually only has to figure out how to put coffee in his face and not do a nose dive into the keyboard.  Tricky as those things are, this is just a wee more than that.  Still, I think I'm doing alright.

Always waiting on something, or needing a little breather though.  Some people can straight shoot stuff.  I'm not one of those people.  I can straight shoot: a slip down a slope or the fall off a high object; digging political and social holes around other people; drinking more than an elephant on it's 21st birthday; failing miserably; and sometimes, just sometimes, pulling off the impossible.  Right now I'm in the middle of the latter, considering the one before it, looking forward to the one before that, and hoping not to experience the first.  *grin*  How'd you like them apples.  That oughta  stop some of your bitching.  Oh, don't think that hard, I didn't write that hard.  :p

The girls know something is up.  They are somewhere between excited with me and pissed.  If you can't have a woman, get a cat.  Same same, in some areas.  They'll give you grief, love, and hate you, all while hoping you actually return.  Just on the social side, mind you.  Consider them sisters or mother types, and there you go.  They know I'm going.  Don't know where, or care, so long as they get fed in the meantime, and that I return eventually.  Don't want to go.  It's not their thing.  Not even camping.  Underfoot as often as they can be in my efforts though.  But... t'sokay.  I just give them a little extra attention, or a razzleberry, which is at least as good in their eyes.  At least they don't literally cry when I head out, though... Should I?  Yeah...  I have always enjoyed a woman crying.  I know she'll quit as soon as I'm out of the driveway, and find something to do that I wouldn't approve.  Sweats, icecream, and television.  Bleh.  You'd think I would stir them to more but... that's it.

Blathering as I cool down so as to do more.  Later.