I should be packing ...

My flight leaves tomorrow morning at 7:30.

I have so much to say that I don't have anything to say ... and plus, wow, it's like my family is a crap magnet. I'm taking my big boots because I think I need to kick some serious ass ... or, you know, at least have proper foot protection for plodding through the crap. And my cat seems to have finally forgiven me for being away.

I need a mantra. And it shouldn't be "You go girl" or "Things could be worse."