It's 4 hours until I leave my Homer job for the last time and 5.5 hours until I'm on the plane to Anchorage. I'm all packed, boxes are shipped and my luggage is sitting in my mom's Yukon waiting delivery to the airport along with yours truly. I've wrapped up all work projects and written an office procedures manual for my successor. The problem with not leaving everything until the last minute is that I'm sitting at my desk with nothing to do and absolutely no motivation to seek out either new life or new civilizations when it comes to work projects. What I really would like to do is take a huge, long nap. Perhaps I can convince my assistant that I'll be working on projects in the basement all afternoon and simply find a place to curl up.
| August 11, 2005 12:07pm | 
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