I'm getting ready for a trip.
When I was younger, a trip meant checking the air in the car tires, getting the oil changed, packing some clothes in a suitcase. These days, the car will tell me when it needs air or clean oil. But at my age, preparing for a trip always seems to involve a trip to my primary doctor so that I know I'm capable of making the trip. "Check my ears, Doc; make sure they aren't plugged up, because that's a big pain as I drive through the mountains. I'll need refills on these 6 prescriptions, and how do you suggest I deal with..."
After my checkup (instead of the car's checkup), then I have to pack. Clothes into this suitcase. Medicines are too numerous for the health & beauty case, so that's become another suitcase, and still has room for a book or two. Now the nighttime oxygen machine, the laptop, a few CDs for my listening pleasure...
And don't forget planning the route, including where to stop for the night, making sure I have the reservation information for when I actually get where I'm going, making sure I have (some) cash, so I don't have to dig out the credit card every time I want a drink along the way.
It's a lot of work! So, ... why do I do it?
It beats staying home.
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