And Yet, The House Still Stands
Last week, my wife left on a little jaunt across the country for a family wedding. I am sure she will be astonished to come home and find the house still standing and the pets still alive.
For the week before she left, every second of her spare time was spent on one of two activities: packing and giving me crucial information about the way the house (in which I have lived for many years) operates.
Actually, she begins packing for a trip of any duration about two weeks in advance. She will go down to the garage, get a suitcase the size of a landscaping trailer, and lay it open in our bedroom. Then, as the inspiration strikes, she will toss in items of clothing that she might possibly need on her trip.