We’re getting picked up by Super Shuttle in 26 hours. Ack!
I need book suggestions for the airport/plane/quiet moments in the hotel if Tim manages to nap.
For the record, not huge on romance novels, though there can be romance in the books you suggest. Otherwise, just general fiction, preferably nothing too depressing given that I’m trying to relax.
I’ll see if any of those are available on the Phoenix online library.
We have a few errands to run today. In fretting about Tim having all of his prescriptions filled for the trip, I completely forgot to count up mine. Turns out, I was a little short, but I ordered refills yesterday and am picking them up today.
Looks like I’m going to have to drive Tim to his massage. This means being away from the computer for a while during the workday, which always makes me a tad anxious. But his hip is too bad for him to drive himself, so it’s up to me.
Before anyone suggests I just drop him off, it’s a 35-minute drive each way. It quite literally makes no sense to drive back home during his massage. Unfortunately, I need a secure Wi-Fi connection, so I can’t just go work at the Fry’s down the road either.
Luckily, afternoons are very quiet these days. I can get back and catch up on emails within 30 minutes.
Unfortunately, the bad hip means I can’t trust that he’ll be able to drive Pandora out to Chandler on his own. He’d planned to take her towards the end of the day for maximum time with his dog.
I totally get it, but I’m not doing two 40 (or more) minute drives today, and I don’t want him to stress out his newly massaged hip. So we’re dropping Pandora off on the way to the massage.
I’d been begging him to combine the trips anyway, to minimize the stress of things we have to get done. So I guess it technically all works out — except the part where I’m driving.
Tim’s been nagging me for ages to go get stuff that I actually find flattering to my figure. Most of my current stuff is from when I was 30-40 lbs heavier.
I decided to do some shopping this past weekend when I realized I don’t have enough clothes for the trip. Well, not enough long-sleeve shirts. It’s going to mainly be in the high 50s to mid 60s, which my AZ-wimpified self now considers chilly.
I got to Goodwill and found a 50% off sale in progress. I found four sleeveless shirts and four long-sleeve ones, so I’m set for a bit. And all four were $23 total thankyouverymuch.
I am now the proud owner of two size 12 jeans that fit comfortably. The third pair turned out to be “lowest rise” which is a cut that barely fits over my hips. But that one was part of the BOGO order, so I figure it evens out financially.
Tim’s mostly packed. The real chore was deciding which cool, nerdy shirts to bring. That doesn’t sound like a big deal (at least, it didn’t to me) until you’re helping him look through 40ish shirts and winnow it down to eight. Surprisingly tough.
Tonight we just have to stuff the jeans and hoodies in.
I’ve bagged up all the makeup and hair products I’m bringing (in case of spills) and put those in the suitcase. Socks and underwear also stowed away, along with PJs/loungewear for the room.
So the last step — other than stuff I can’t throw in until Tuesday morning, like deodorant and contact lens solution — is to figure out which shirts I’m wearing. Which is going to mean trying stuff on today/tonight.
Otherwise, it’s just a matter of remembering to pack all the chargers and stuff like that.
Now I’m off to answer emails before we have to start running our errands.