Tigger

I seem to have found my Bounce. This is quite a relief, as I've spent the last couple of weeks dragging my sorry arse from bed to the office to bed, feeling totally devoid of energy. But I was driving back to the office today after a Starbuck's lunch and the excellent Buffy, Season Eight comic book, and I thought "Aha, I'm back!" And I am.

Unfortunately for poor unblinkered , who has put up with my shambling self personfully, it's just in time for me to (Sahara) desert her for two weeks. Sorry!

About that new rucksack...

A question.
Not, "What have I forgotten?" which would be silly because I haven't actually started packing yet,
But "What WILL I forget?" the answer to which might save me some time. Or discomfort.

So, dear flist, while I go cut the labels off the new rucksack and start packing,
"What will I forget?"