Checking out...

Everyone is currently checked out.  Students and professors alike.  Instead of focusing on the horrors of The Painted Bird or adequately discussing multi-modal projects, all my attention is invested in thinking about the drive to Florida tomorrow.

It has parts.  From home to Columbia, from Columbia to I-95, from I-95 in South Carolina to Georgia, through Georgia, into Florida and I'm almost home.

I have the plan organized.  Yesterday, I went to Autozone to get fuses for my outlet that and a bulb for my headlight that has been out for weeks.  Then, I changed the fuse, something I'm rather proud of.  Later today, I need to go back and get oil, which I have no great amount of.  But this is logistics.

I woke up early this morning and decided to pack, discovering too late that morning packing doesn't work.  It was less of a packing experience, than an all out frenzy to grab every piece of clothing that smacked even the slightest of summer.  My new cutoffs, dresses, tank tops, a sarong.  My one bag quickly became two, this without including my yoga clothes.  This is unlike me, the person who went to Brazil for two weeks with only a carry on.  But I'm embracing it.

On the drive down, I'll listen to a book and to music, until it gets too hot to drive with my windows up, then I'll be left to my thoughts, which will most likely revolve around food.  I have all sorts of food adventures planned, from the authentic Italian restaurant in Orange Park to my oh-so-favorite Columbia in St. Augustine.  I really cannot wait.

The Italian place, where the espresso is thick and the chef sings opera in the kitchen.

Add to the normal excitement of going home my quick jaunt down to Miami, where I'll pick up the boyfriend and get to spend a day in South Beach, and the next dozen or so days are complete. 

A didgeridoo player on the streets of St. Augustine.