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Toe color is picked, now I need to pack for DC

Never accuse me of being deep. I am capable of superficiality of stupendous proportions and manage to derive intense satisfaction from focusing on issues NOT of substance whenever possible.

Life is intense; finding joy in simplicity requires skill. Kind of like meditating and learning how to steer your brain back to your heart energy when it veers off on some random tangent again. And again. And again. It's a discipline, really.

So I found an amazingly beautiful deep winey garnet polish, Stop Whining, by Sonia Kashuk, that will become the icing on my toesies' cake this weekend.


Now that I have my pedi plan in place, I need to focus on wrapping things up here at the office, then head out and wrap up things in my personal life before I head out once more.

DC weather forecast seems reasonable, mid 50-60's with a chance of rain a couple of the days I'll be there. So I'll pack an umbrella. And take my favorite black bomber jacket and a fun scarf.

Checklist before I actually take to the skies once more. Not in any particular order, of course:

Wrap up office responsibilities.

Return/check out more library books.

Work out. Twice.

Pack.

Pedi.

Mani.

Attend Towanda's dinner Saturday night. Catch up with best girl friends.

Attend birthday dinner for our German friends later on Saturday.

*Lavish cat with attention.

*Lavish hubby with attention.
 
(*Neither cat nor hubby like being alone. They've learned to adjust, but really would rather have things comfy and familiar and with the normal hustle and bustle and their people in place at all times. Pre-departure attention lavishing is a must to keep everyone moderately happy.)

*Buy yummy bath salts to take.


*Touch base with Son, who leaves for Thailand Monday morning.


*Touch base with Daughter, who's just survived her first college mid-terms and wishes she could be Thailand-bound with her brother.


*Touch base with Grandma Gin, who's morose because I missed the last lunch due to a travel conflict. On the up side, she's looking forward to Thanksgiving at our house, so we have that going for us.


*Touch base with Aunt L.


*Touch base with Mom.


Looks doable.
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