last minute pennsic panic

Frank is at home packing the truck ... mostly. He did laundry, and such, and set up the staging.

Most of my things are packed, though I'll probably end up making a chiton/bog dress or two while I'm out there ... it's just too darn hot and all I could find to take were t-tunics.

He suggested a (wheeled) cooler dedicated to taking to the rapier field with drinks and such ... there are times I don't know whether the man is wonderful or infuriating. This is a wonderful moment.

( pet sitting arrangements )

Work has also come down to the wire, but there's nothing I can do about it. Leaving shortly and concentrating on Pennsic