There is joy in Mudville

Well, joy at Desert Farne, anyway. I have been looking for a couple of items over the past few weeks: the outer shell of a jacket that I wore to Russia in 2004 and have been planning to wear to Turkey (layers, always layers - I did live in the SF Bay Area, after all); and the charger for my camera batteries. I bought a spare battery so I could go with two fully charged ones on this trip and thus not worry about adapters and voltage and such, but without my charger I would be sunk. In about half an hour I was going to give up and head to the camera shop. Hallelujah, I found it in the nick of time.

The jacket was not hung up (yes, I am a slob) and I had already gone through every closet in the house, doing some cleaning and rearranging in the process. The Christmas tree is in its snuggly (a bag designed just for that purpose) and is now in the back of the hall closet where not much else has lived. Better than acquiring dust in the garage and the only closet space that can accommodate it, under the stairs and out of the way until next December. The jacket was a mere six feet from my bed but under several obscuring items.

Another area of anxiety was getting a refill on my prescriptions since the current supply will run out half-way through the trip and it is a week early to refill. The pharmacy succeeded in getting an override from the insurance company and I am good to go.

Items are being laid out in the living room for packing. I should be all packed by tomorrow night. That way I won't panic all day at work on Monday.

In addition to the two sought-after items I also came across some Hershey's kisses. I shall reward the search with some right now.

--the BB