Let's See... Socks (check), Unders (check) ...

It's just one week before I leave for my cruise and I'm doing a test pack to see how things will work. Looks pretty good for two carry-on bags (there would be just one if the ship had a self-serve laundry) and the longest walk will be from here three blocks to the bus terminal. Although I'd really rather be going north, at least I don't have to carry heavier clothes for what I know happens up there. But, south it is for two cruises; we'll see about the rest when the time comes. (Actually, the 2008 schedule is coming out now.)

There are checklists: Things I want to bring, things I really need to bring, things I must absolutely bring. Then there are things I don't want to know: My radio show; don't tell me how it's going, because there is nothing I can do about it and I really don't care.

I'll be in pirate territory, but just two or three hundred years too late. No Blackbeard, no swords in teeth, guns in hand, big earrings, no "Arrrrr, matey, get ready to meet your Maker."

My ancestors, coming over from England, never had it so good. It's far less exciting these days, but we're far too spoiled to put up with what was normal in the 1500-1600's.

"Arrrr, matey."