Packing

This morning I awoke from a nightmare.

A "packing" nightmare.

In the dream, I was late for my flight, and I was careening down the street, loose socks trailing behind me, strapped down with more weight than a Mexican mule on moving day.

I had waited until the last possible second to pack my suitcase.

I suppose my subconscious is telling me to get to work.

And so I will blog.

As I survey the contents of my room, I realize my stuff has multiplied like a room full of fourth graders studying for a math quiz.

And yet my luggage remains unchanged.

Although I can fit into my own suitcase (Yes, I tried. In the name of scientific discovery. And curiosity. I had to know, ok? What if I needed to be smuggled home?), it still looks painfully small in comparison with all the things I am about to shove into it.

I guess this is problem to be solved logically and spatially:
Cram what you can, and when all else fails, cut your pants into shorts.

Oh yeah, and watch this video of the great philosopher Mr. Bean as he packs his suitcase.