The VA van is coming to take me to San Francisco at 1 PM.
Which is better? Wait until the last minute and rush to pack, and probably forget something.
Do what I did. Get ready THREE HOURS ahead of time...and then have to wait.... and wait.... and wait.
I hate waiting for the van, because I don't want to go at all.
(But give the VA credit. They called ahead to explain the accommodations, and what to expect. It was very considerate, and put my mind at ease. I am dreading the trip much less now.)
One consolation: This trip has made table-mate Wilma wild with jealousy. She is passionate about San Francisco and cannot understand why I am not wild with joy about being there.
Not taking my lap top, so I will see you late Tuesday....Au Revoir.
(Spell check says "Au Revoir" is not right, but doesn't tell what is right.)