a Joe Walsh afternoon

[be_well_lowell]

in which I particularly mean the lyric
"I can't complain, but sometimes I still do."

So I'm supposed to be packing.
I made a mess in the kitchen trying to clean stuff and do other things at the same time.
I cleaned up the mess, mostly.
I still have to clean up most of the mess I was cleaning when I made the mess.
And I haven't even started on getting the roof rack on the car or the camping gear onto it.

I just need to get some key pieces done before Kristin gets home, because she *really* hates packing.