I stopped at REI on the way home tonight and picked up some shirts. I have scores of shirts, all in cotton, but these are unnatural shirts that can be washed and hung up to dry overnight: in other words, shirts for travel that do not entail taking an entire wardrobe with me. (Touching them makes my flesh crawl, I have to say. God never meant such fabrics to exist. Be sure to alert Pat Robertson that I made a pact with the devil tonight in order to travel lightly.) Other items as well. Working on the list of all I need to take on the trip, thinking about how to keep it to a minimum.
A nap is calling and I feel +Maya urging me to heed the call.