Home Again

I am back home again after being in Melbourne for a couple of weeks.  I tend to get a little flustered when I pack for a holiday.  The day I left I thoroughly dusted the whole house but did not pack until an hour or so before my flight.  Now I know that packing trumps dusting but hey when the mood takes you.  I knew I was flustered because when I got there I had packed 3 t-shirts but 5 pairs of pants.  I had miscounted my blood pressure and cholesterol medication so ran out and had to be carted to the other side of Melbourne to pick up new scripts.  I left my watch behind and as knowing exactly what time it is all the time, I was incredibly stressed.  I ended up having to buy a watch.  When I left home I left my car door unlocked and only the back screen door locked.  Luckily on my return trip the child of my loins packed for me.  When the case was too heavy she re-distributed everything.  I love to visit Melbourne but the stress of organizing myself to get there is considerable.  I am thinking that I should get someone to pack for me here and to actually shove me onto the plane.  Maybe someone could provide an agency, "Pack a Granny." I would be their first customer.   Yep I love the sound of that, "PACK A GRANNY."