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Am leaving for Houston in five hours and forty-five minutes.

Am traveling by car.

Through ice storm.

Still must clean ferret litter, wash dishes, finish packing, and take out garbage (also in ice storm).

Oh, and shower.

Sleep no longer on list due to time constraints.

!@#$%

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I have packed everything I need.

I think.

If not, oops, too bad.

Ferret litter is clean. And my GOD, how can creatures that tiny make such a godawful stench?

Dishes are washed. Okay, I feel compelled to tell you that 1/3 of the dishes were washed. The other 2/3 were deemed too disgusting to wash and were summarily tossed. This is why I buy dishes from the dollar store. There is no guilt involved in tossing them. Okay, maybe a teensy tiny bit of guilt.

Garbage is out. Must remember to give garbage men belated xmas tip for dealing with ferret garbage, which surely must be considered beyond the call of duty.

Three hours, ten minutes.

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Managed to catch an entire hour of sleep after all.

Go me!

T-minus fifteen and counting.