One (singular sensation)

If you don't know A Chorus Line, I'm sorry that the title doesn't make sense.

I filled Annabelle (my VW bug) up with fuel today, and realised that this may be that last time I get fuel for the next 5 months. I promise you, it felt more profound than it sounds. I don't think it's that the event itself was extraordinary, just that it heralds the beginning of the Last Time For Now... you know, the last time you see a certain friend for a while, the last time you eat dinner at home, sleep in your bed, etc. I'm explaining this badly. Trust me, it does actually make some degree of sense.

In other news, I'm beginning to fear packing. I'm looking at the veritable mountain of Stuff I intend to bring, and realising that it might weigh more than I'm actually allowed to take on the plane. WHY am I not good at packing light? My skills tend more toward the eccentric: you know, licking my elbow and playing 16,000 different characters in a game played with children. It would be really handy to have a practical skill. Like packing. I'm really good at making everything squish in, but I'm terrible at making it not weigh too much. Keep your fingers crossed for me, I'll be packing next Saturday.

This is my last week of work with the kids, and I'm really dreading 6:00 on Friday. I know, of course, that it's not like they'll shrivel up and die without me, or I without them (though that part is more questionable), but I'll just really miss them. (Crash? Boom? Are you reading this? I'll miss you! A lot!)

Dad just came in to play with Daisy Lu, so I'll stop for now. Tune in next week...