Errands for Arizona

It's 1am and I'm finally ready (well, pretty much) to head to AZ tomorrow for a training camp. I've never been the most organized, but I always find, without fail, that the day before a travel day I am always scrounging to get things together.

Things can't be found (passports, wallets, shoes, left insole, tickets) and bike parts need replacing--always at the last minute. And always, always, something that I didn't count on, occurs. (Today, I couldn't find a sizable cheque that needed to be cashed. After cleaning up the apartment and setting out a few garbage bags to the trash, and admiring my clean room--the cheque was nowhere to be seen. Long and stinky story short: I had to go a spelunking in the trashcan.)

Laundry always seems to be done late--I've never not gone to bed without the thump-thump-thump of the dryer as a quiet reminder that I'm not quite fully packed. And the bike, though cleaned, repaired and ready to go--is still not in the bike bag; this will happen tomorrow after a quick ride.

And now, being a grown-up (sortakindanotreally) means other things--deadlines for articles, paying the rent in advance, email auto-replies and the proverbial check to verify the oven is off--on top of the piddly pack and bikecheck.

But, to think--warm climes ahead! O, doth the warm sun harken me! O, shall I be joyous to garnish my pale skin with sunscreen! Arizona: lock up your daughters and stock your tacquerias--I am him, the time is now--Hansen's a comin'.