The Joy of Packing

Why does packing for a lengthy vacation seem like the task of a man about to be hanged in the old west that is required to dig his own grave beforehand? You know that once you get it done, the hard work is over and all you have to do is relax and be taken to your final (literally) destination. I would not have such a problem if I could actually take everything that I've laid out on the bed, the chair, the floor, the counter, and wherever these little travel piles have lived and grown like a rapidly mutating fungus for the past several weeks.

I started with one bag and a carry-on and now, just a few hours from my ride to the airport, I am up to two check-ins and two carry-ons. At least I can pick them all up (not all together - but one at a time....) I've even taken pictures of various stages of the packing as I'm sure by the time I reach my next birthday in less than a week, I will no longer be able to remember how I got all this stuff in there.

Ahh, the joys of flying. Actually, I wouldn't know as I've just completed the "joys" of packing and now time to await my ride and can begin worrying about how the rope is going to scratch my neck and leave a bad red patch...