I think I’m nearly packed. This is a shorter trip than the one to Ruritania; I’m out tomorrow and back late Friday.
Got clothes, got shoes, got the camera, got maps, got some reading material, got the boarding passes, got a couple bagels to take along for breakfast tomorrow since I have to leave at an ungodly hour, got the key drive (which I forgot to bring to Ruritania and then really could have used), got sufficient money, got travel docs so I can beg for reimbursement (thank you, state legislatures, this is what your belt-tightening means to the unemployed: potentially getting stuck with job-interview travel bills), got the usual sense I’m missing something, but it can’t be all that important if I’ve got all this other stuff.
Whew. I think I’m going to call that “packed” and forget about it.
The bad side of all this job-interview foofooraw is that David is defending his second Ph.D prelim paper and his dissertation proposal on Friday, and I can’t be there to glare a quelling sort of “pass him or his wife goes postal” glare at his committee. Not that I’ve much fear on that score, but it never hurts to have your wife glaring at your committee, you know?
Just to put the wee bit of cosmic-irony spin on things, the defense was supposed to have been last Friday, when I was perfectly free to have gone. As they’ve done all along, for reasons variously silly and selfish, his committee delayed the date.