Tripitis

Since Lynnette diagnosed her chalk-adversion issues, I decided I could diagnose my own maladies, my current one being tripitis (pronounced trip-EYE-tis).  These are the symptons:

• having a trip planned, usually months in advance
• realizing that you have a trip planned months in advance
• realizing that your house is one mess away from being an episode of "Hoarders"
• somehow not seeming to care that your house is a mess and you are going out of town on a trip
• thinking that the night before you are going on a trip and your flight leaves at 6am and you haven't packed mainly because all your "good" clothes are in the dirty clothes hamper, that this night would be an ideal night for having the family over for "Family Make Your Own Pizza Night."  At your house.  Which is still a mess.
• At the point that you realize your traveling clothes are dirty, your house is a mess, the family is coming over for dinner, and you have no idea what other important things you should be taking on this trip, you decide to sit at the computer and play solitaire.

The good news is that this malady usually is gone within 24-48 hours, because Papa Johns made the pizza, the clothes got washed, most of the clutter got stacked up so at least it looks neat and clean, and you managed to get a few hours of sleep before the airport run.

Case closed.  At least until you get back home, look at the calendar and see you have another trip planned this year.  Bring on the solitaire!!

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The Good Stuff From Today:  50 minutes of muscle manipulation (in other words, that good kind of pain) via Matt at Massage Envy; KB's birthday Athens birthday breakfast with Molly; Lindley and Everley time; Mathieu planting all the new plants around the house