today Mom and I went to Target. I went because I needed last-minute ~things~ for the trip and Mom came because I didn't want to go alone. And I'm unsure why, because most of the time I spend shopping I spend in contemplative, comfortable solitude.
it wasn't anything big: a "dressing gown," travel-sized everything--which includes a foldable toothbrush, by the way; toothbrush!--socks, and tights. I'm pretty concerned about transforming into a popsicle this autumn/winter, so layers are high up on my priorities.
still looking for miscellaneous, such as a case for my makeup.
but the big news is that I've packed! Not everything--I still have probably about a third of the clothes I want to bring to pack, and I haven't packed books yet. I'm restricting myself to three: The Waves (Virginia Woolf), Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy), and Betrayed by F. Scott Fitzgerald (Ron Carlson). I'm on my way towards finishing Anna Karenina before I leave, though. In the case this happens I'll probably tote along the Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas.
well really the news is that I did all this packing post-midnight, which is my most productive hour.
so, not news at all. but there.
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