D minus 3

I’m in the midst of sorting, stuffing, shit canning and scurrying about with last minute pre-expedition tasks. My old friend adrenaline has been slowly starting to drip. I feel it as I look up at a clock and realize my usual five or six hours of daily restless sleep has been dwindling down to two or three.

It’s now D minus 3. Beyond that, there is no schedule. I have laundry drying two buildings away. The television is on for no apparent reason. Dirty dishes resignedly wait in the sink. There are sundry piles in every room and across most horizontal surfaces. All awaiting final determination. There are phone calls to be made and dumping/donation runs to take.

Last night with Herself was good. The best part was just sitting there outside sharing a glass (or six) of Grand Mariner, talking about times future and past. I have never had lots of friends, though I’ve been extremely fortunate in the quality of the friendships I’ve had. She and I have had our extremes from beginning up til now. Years of shared drinks, cigarettes, glorious victories, brutal beatings, inciteful (sic) discussions of civilization and its discontents and (for my part) not nearly enough kisses(stolen or other wise).


We’ve cussed each other out and each has caused the other to shed a tear or two. We’ve each walked a ways down one or more of hell’s hallways on behalf of the other. She’s always been too easy on my eyes and in my heart for me to ever call her my sister, but we are family.

I suppose I should really be doing what I need to do and set this down for now.
Procrastination has always been a friend of mine. Just trying to pace myself. Rigghhttt.