T-2 Days

More like one day. I am at the paralyzed stage. Where a really lovely day did not allow for much checking off of the lists... maybe. I did do a lot. It was all threads hanging down and paperclips. I don't like saying goodbye. I need to sleep. I need to breathe. I played baseball for a minute this evening at the end of a little league game. I had a long lunch. I started a gallery. I made a picnic. I picked up a pay check. I canceled my phone (for after I left). I made phone calls. I still have to pack. I feel like a failure because I have not yet packed. I need to print out my ticket. I need to print out directions for when I get to London. I need to make sure I have all the phone numbers I need. I watched the dirt-dusted ball travel towards me; I love that I can see where it is going to be and connect, clowck, the sound of switching directions on impact. I do not have jeans. How can I travel without jeans? The sky at late sunset and shades of midnight blue to periwinkle. A moon sliver and the just budded green tree leaves caught in a caress of electric light.