Can't sleep; camping gear'll eat me

I'm too excited. Our gear for this weekend is staged in the dining room, except for the actual pavilion and poles which are staged in the basement. Road trip snacks have been procurred, the cell phone is charging, and all that's left is for us to pack our weekend bags and load everything into the car.

We're doing Land Grab in the Prius again. I don't know why, but that still cracks me up. We can technically carry more stuff if we take the Jeep, but only because we can put things on the roof. The pavilion poles comfortably fit inside the Prius (and we ride fairly comfortably on either side of the poles), so why not take the more fuel-efficient vehicle? Happily, Hubbyfink shares my belief that it's okay not to see out the rear window.

Busy evening

Hubbyfink packed the Prius in about 30 minutes. Smoothest packing evar. And then we found ourselves with two hours to kill before the finale of Torchwood: Children of Earth. Hubbyfink channeled his inner assassin with "Assassin's Creed" while I escaped to the craftroom and restrung two strings of beads to wear with my Norse drag, put the finishing touches on my Italian hairdo, assembled new temple braids for my c14 vestments, and sewed salmon and pink linen together to make a third pair of reversible gamurra sleeves.

I did all that because I was feeling lazy. My alternative for burning off nervous energy would have been pulling out my Pennsic wardrobe and ironing everything.

Yeah. I'm happy with the "lazy" route.

Oh, and Torchwood? No comment; still processing.

Oh, and and? I'm on vacation. =)