Whirlwind

My assignment in Oregon is winding quickly to a close. Which means I have one full day of work left and less than 48 hours to pack all my worldly belongings into my car, ship things to my folks, clean my apartment, and say goodbye to life as I've known it for the last 4 months. Odd. It's a strange job, this traveling gig. Have I mentioned that I have hardly packed a thing?