I wrote about 1500 words for Shades of Milk and Honey on the flight from Phoenix to here. I tried to post in Phoenix, but it kept hanging up and I lost the post.

Basically it was an amusing thing about watching the cab driver pick up my larger bag, which was clearly so tightly packed that the fabric was straining, and almost throw it into the air, expecting it to be heavy. I’m taking reticulated foam with me to Iceland, because I can’t get it there. La.

Besides that, I’ve got some treats for people there, but otherwise and taking no clothes. I left half my clothes there, expecting to return in January. So this trip is working out well for getting things back to Portland. No. We still don’t know where we are going to live after January, but taking stuff back to Portland with me seems prudent.

My good friend -e- came up to help me get ready for departure. It’s not really the “Ahhh! I’m going to Iceland. Tomorrow!” that was giving me trouble so much as the, “Ahhh! I get back from Iceland the day before Rob and the house isn’t clean!” We spent a while cleaning, sipped dirty blue martinis and then when my house was under control, we escaped down to hers to look at paint chips for her remodeling project. Could one ask for a better friend?

Oh, did I mention that she’s offered to do some grocery shopping for me, so we have food when we get home. Yeah. That’s a friend for you.