Whoops

Packing for me always involves both a degree of plannedness and a degree of franticness. I know what I want to bring, but don't always know where it is. Or I know what I want to bring, but will get it ready later. Maybe I have gotten it ready but it hasn't ended up in the right place.

Maybe it's sitting hopefully on the bathroom counter, waiting to be taken.

Or so I conjecture. Earlier I forgot my Roman sandals, a blow to me, but not a very important one. Just vaguely disappointing.

Now I have left my shaving kit. This is a bigger blow with two things that are relatively irreplacable; my retainers and my facial medicine. The former I can probably try without and the latter I have done without before, and can do so successfully with some care. I figure that at the very least I don't have to bring anything of that sort back the next time I go home. In Thanksgiving.

Whoops. ^^;;;