Leaving on a Jet Plane (or Two)

I seem to be having my breakfast's leftover muffin for dinner. 

I started to pack but TBG recognized the noises and accused me of starting without him.  He was right.  It's something we do simultaneously. I apologized and took my shower. 

Packing means an under the seat roller bag filled with chargers, medications, and the various devices which keep me alive and connected. 

The rest of the bag will be whatever fits after Ms Anime's latest hand-me-down contribution to Giblet's wardrobe - two super soft,  hooded jackets with fabulous designs, to complement the one he currently wears everywhere,

which replaced last summer's green Baby Yoda hoodie.  She is most generous.

Most everything appropriate for the temps in the 20's and predicted precipitation is already there. I have nothing new in my closet and nothing begging to be seen by the grandkids. I may just fill the empty space with my unread library books, thus satisfying myself while setting a stellar example for those very children. 

It's an early wake up call,  for the very best reason.  I'm going to bed with a smile on my face.