Empty shells belong upon an empty shore

Well, the boxes have been re-packed. Tomorrow, I leave work by noon to come home and load the truck, then off to purchase some last-minute items. Then, sleep. Friday, work until noon (too many meetings I can't miss), then home to sleep and then pack the final items and then hit the road for an all-night drive. Woo hooo.

Tired. Vacation panic has hit full-force. By Sunday, all should be good though. By then, I'll be chilling in my pavillion, away from electronic items, reading, sleeping, and just being. The hassle will be actually getting there, negotiations for land, and then setting up. Actually, setting up should be alright. I'm tense about the new spoke poles for the pavillion, but if they work, all will be good. Some folks I never met before were overly kind and offered to help me with putting up my pavillion. We seem to have formed a pavillion set-up party, wandering to each other's encampments to set each other up. It's a nice way to meet new friends, if you ask me.

OK, time to hit the hay. Gotta get some sleep banked for the all night drive on Friday.

Night!