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sabineThe garden is 90% planted. I have basil, cilantro, and parsley seeded in pots on the back porch. There's a row and a half each of edamame and green beans. The snow peas are planted, but I still have to build a trellis for them to vine onto. I have a row left in my garden plot that Downwood gets to pick the veggies. If they're seedlings, it won't be a problem to plant them this weekend.
The kitchen is still clean. The dishwasher will be full with tomorrow's dishes, so Downwood can start that. The trash is taken to the curb. All the loads of laundry are washed, dried, and put away.
My laptop bag is stocked with book, crochet, and Bones. It also has my chargers, power cords, and other peripherals necessary for a traveling Sabine. My clothes bag is pretty much packed - just have to throw in my liquids, gels, and pastes and the one shirt that's still drying.
I have printouts of all the really important things, notes on the medium things, and phone numbers of people who might be able to talk intelligently about the rest.
So why do I not feel ready?
The kitchen is still clean. The dishwasher will be full with tomorrow's dishes, so Downwood can start that. The trash is taken to the curb. All the loads of laundry are washed, dried, and put away.
My laptop bag is stocked with book, crochet, and Bones. It also has my chargers, power cords, and other peripherals necessary for a traveling Sabine. My clothes bag is pretty much packed - just have to throw in my liquids, gels, and pastes and the one shirt that's still drying.
I have printouts of all the really important things, notes on the medium things, and phone numbers of people who might be able to talk intelligently about the rest.
So why do I not feel ready?
