My hell, preparing for a trip

My head aches with the tension of oncoming decisions about what to take: which shoes? which pants? which shirts? how much warm stuff vs cool stuff? which shoes/boots? books? I already checked out two audiobooks from the library. Must gather camera stuff & computer stuff, my paltry collection of whistles and music, binoculars, bird book, hat... Shit I really should throw out half my clothes (again) and just take everything I have. Nice thing about driving instead of flying is I can take just about everything (don't forget the dog, her wire crate, food, toys... This must be awfully boring for anyone to read. Sorry.

Dog park was empty today when we arrived, so we waited around and by golly others trickled in. A thoroughly muscly and ballsy pit bull, quite nice even with the head of a grizzly bear, named Tibu, short for the Spanish word for shark. Then a young playful black & white collie-ish dog named Rupert who likes to grab neck skin. His owner has only been here four months, has seen nothing yet in the rain department, moved here from Phoenix like me. Then yet another pit bull, Nellie, female gray brindle, only slightly short tempered, leashed when she gets nippy. Charly was kept very busy and came home thoroughly worn out, sleepy, and happy.

Ah, the joy of running multiple loads of laundry.  :(
Maybe alcohol would help?

And no, Hooly, the dog parks here have no sign with rules listed. The fenced one I go to has a lovely sign encouraging owners to talk to each other and determine if play styles are compatible. And pick up poo ("It's your doody"). That's it. We talk, and we watch, and we discuss, and we take care, and from now on I'll just leave when a small child arrives.

I'm still enjoying the cool weather and clouds. Rain is intermittent and usually light. Maybe I'll make it here. Ask me in February.