I'm sitting here, sipping a coke, like I have nothing whatsoever to do, and yet I am leaving for a three day camping trip tomorrow. The car needs to be cleaned out, clothes need to be packed, the house needs to be tidied, and I just don't feel like it. I did do all the grocery shopping, and I packed the bag of non-perishable goods (doritos and marshmallows) but I don't have any interest in moving on to the next steps. I was going to make cookies and pasta salad to bring along, but when I opened the camping spreadsheet I found I had written a note on it in big letters, "DON'T BAKE COOKIES! DON'T MAKE PASTA SALAD!" So that made things a little bit easier.
I still don't have anything to write about. Things are a little slow around here. Took the dog for a long walk this morning to tire him out, and he's still as amped as ever.