It just hit me

It is now 2:50pm and that moment just hit me. The what am I forgetting, what do I have left to do moment that usually strikes just when you've convinced yourself you aren't forgetting anything and you have nothing left to do.

It has been a whirlwind day of packing and washing dishes which is odd because I pack like I'm going to be away for four days and then just do lots of laundry in Maine and I rarely use dishes when I eat, always cleaning as I go. I suspect foul play.

I actually have discovered over the past few days that I can cook, which amuses me and cements in my mind that I do have a superpower. I have always been able to watch someone who knows what they are doing and learn from them very quick. One of my housemates is a very talented chef, occasionally I watch him cook and lend a hand to be useful. He leaves for six weeks and, voila, I can cook. It is a super useful superpower. Prior to the past week all I would ever attempt was boiling pasta, which I'm excellent at, and making mac and cheese, which is the best. Oooooo, and grilled cheese sandwiches. Cross my heart and hope to die, it's an honest to goodness superpower, learned all the tricks I've been using during work for the past three years and all of the tricks I'm about to use fixing the rent's house and painting while watching a carpentry crew for a week five years ago on my third tv show. I will however never admit it was my fault if anything goes horribly wrong at the house. Maine is an awful place when it comes to homes and vehicles weathering poorly ;)

So I think I have only one stop left at the kitchen sink to do a final batch of cutlery, then a shower and then I'm off. You can't see the photo on my driver's license so I always end up at the airport three hours early as I am constantly flagged for extra security, which is tons o' fun especially on 9/11, and definitely high priority to take care of while home. So I'll most likely be sitting around for at least two hours before the plane takes off which means today may mark the first day with a pair of posts. Depends on a) # of snotty kids racing around and b) # of drinks imbibed pre-boarding. Today may also mark the first occasion I go back on the whole no drinking thing. It is one of very few things that actually does put me to sleep and flying is an awful bore.

I'm off to continue the what am I forgetting, what do I still have to do game. I'm not a fan.