As a kid, when Christmas was approaching, I always struggled with the proper and accurate way to formulate an Official Countdown. There are so many variables, so many questions that must be answered in order to rightly calculate the amount of time one is waiting -- for example, do you count the day you are currently living? And in the same vein, do you count the day the actual event is to take place?
If counting today but not THE day of my departure for London, there are five days to go. If not counting today or THE day of departure, then there are four days to go. If a believer in the time-space continuum, the point is moot.
Regardless, THE day is approaching -- quickly. I have one suitcase (of two) packed completely, with everything from tee shirts and shorts to sweaters and scarves. And also an iPod stereo. The next suitcase meets its fate this afternoon.
The last time I went to London I was so horrified that I might possibly bring TOO MUCH STUFF as I am notorious for bringing TOO MUCH STUFF anywhere I go, that I severely and painfully underpacked to the point of idiocy and ended up doing laundry more frequently than is socially acceptable. This time I have sworn that I will not befall this fate, but I also must stay within the weight guidelines of luggage for international travel.
A pickle indeed; but in five days (or four) it will be served with fish, chips and mushy peas.
Up next: My Top Ten List of Places To See On The Continent (This Time Around).