Too stressed to sleep
No, I'm not neurotic, what ever gave you that idea? Lay there for an hour, unable to sleep, finally got up, came downstairs and did some more packing: Corraling loose clothes and shoes, getting my staple groceries together, making sure I have something other than my nightgown to put on in the morning. Three pairs of shoes? No, four---don't forget the sneakers. Or my egg pan---apparently, I can cook on a strange stove, but not with a strange pan. Books, magazines, DVDs---I suspect I'll get home tomorrow afternoon and crash like the Hindenburg.
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