tristane

The flight leaves at nine-fifty-five tomorrow morning. We've had pretty much the entire day to get everything sorted and packed, still everything in the pack list is neatly folded on my kitchen table. I'll pack tomorrow. It'll be best that way. Make it a surprise when I pack up to see what I have forgotten.

There was lots of other stuff I wanted to write about also, but coming straight home from the pub and having to respell every other word I think I shall leave that for next time I have access to the internex.

For now: sleep.