Things get a little more hectic now. My folks are leaving for South Mississippi tomorrow for my brother’s wedding; Sandra, the lady that stays with Mom sometimes during the day, was going to go to my grandmother’s on Thursday, and between her and Josie, the lady that stays with my grandmother, were going to escort my grandmother down to the wedding. [I don't know about anybody else, but I consider them a part of our family at this point.]

Well, unfortunately, Sandra had a death in her family, and with the funeral plans up in the air, she can’t really take off at this point. We understand, so my plans of leaving here on Thursday morning have changed to leaving here for my grandmother’s tomorrow night; that means all laundry and packing has to be done tonight. That really didn’t occur to me until I was on the phone with my grandmother earlier, telling her, “I reckon I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Crap. It is Tuesday.

This is how life is when you live life by the principles of the Indiana Jones School of Management: elaborate preparation is generally a waste of time, because you could doing something else truly productive while you’re getting every last niggling detail in place. It’s not just some kitschy Weblog slogan, people.