I like to think I am a great packer – and for the kids, I am. Seriously, I can get it done for everyone for a week in about twenty minutes. However, when it is just for me, I am entirely useless.
Tomorrow, I am going to Russia with my friend M. And I am, finally, packed (give or take a few things). It’s meant to rain on Saturday so I have an additional sartorial problem. Plus, I’m not sure exactly what we’re going to do. I’ve heard that Russian women believe in dressing up, which isn’t really my scene.
I have the problem that I am really fat at the moment. Yesterday, I caught sight of myself in a security camera. UGH. So today, I went for a run. It won’t have made much difference but it does make me feel better. I had an appointment with my chiropractor earlier in the week and she asked me how my running was going. I enormously exaggerated the extent of my running schedule; she knew and I knew that I was lying but neither of us said anything.