We leave for Puerto Vallarta in the morning. I've been packing tonight; I know I'm taking way too many clothes, but I guess I'd rather have too much than too little. Several swimsuits, shorts and t-shirts, a couple of long sundresses, a couple of sarongs . . . I'm very excited to be heading for a week in the sun! I just wish I was able to pack lighter. Every time I think I'll be able to do it, but I just can't. I guess it's my obsessive-compulsive disorder. Not that I've ever actually been diagnosed with that, and not that I really think I have it in any major way, but I do, a little.
I'm also taking the laptop, plus a tote bag with my knitting (socks) and a book (Windfall, and a notebook and pen, and a Minnie Mouse baseball cap, and God knows what else.
There's more yarn (another ball of sock yarn) and books in the suitcase: Stephen King's newest, Cell, a Joanna Trollope I got for a dollar on the clearance table, The Spanish Lover, and a mystery that I can't remember the name of at the moment. I plan to spend a lot of time sitting by the pool reading. At least this time I'm not being overly optimistic about the amount of knitting I'll get done. If I finish a pair of socks, I'll be lucky.
It's 1:00 a.m.; we're leaving for the airport at noon, so I guess I should try to get some sleep. Bob's taking me out to breakfast in the morning. He went out and picked up Chinese for our dinner tonight--spring rolls and fried rice. He said it might be the best meal we get all week--these all inclusive resorts aren't known for their food. But then, that's not why we go.
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