Well, we leave tomorrow morning. Actually, make that this morning. As much as I planned, nothing will keep Sandy from packing at the last minute. She did have the clothes packed early, but it's all the little things.

Every cubic inch of our luggage is spoken for, I must say I am a master packer. I don't know many people who could fit a two-person, three-month trip into three suitcases, two garment bags, and two backpacks. Including, formal dresses for twenty or so nights. With room to squeeze in five books. While the packing had some major planning, as in splitting our clothes incase a bag gets lost, packing our carry-ons with items we refused to part with, and abiding by the airline restrictions of numbers of bags and weight of bags, its really the cleaning that will kill you. Last minute vacuuming, dishes, bathrooms, laundry, and trash duty started around 9pm-ish and is still going strong.

Juju left today to go have his own vacation with Amy. He usually doesn't like it when we leave him, but it worked perfect tonight. Amy picked him up, and he was obliviously happy because all he knew was that he was going on a ride. He doesn't look depressed now and hopefully it will stay that way the whole trip.

Well, we'll be in California tomorrow evening. Until next time.

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