The list of lists

I have so much trouble with time travel that it frankly amazes me when I arrive at Place B after a night of traveling.  We are staying at a Bay Area hotel, close to the airport, and waking up in San Francisco.  I can manage that much.  Then we (drive) across the Pacific Ocean and wake up in the lovely blue of the Pacific where it will he sunny and and blue and staff will be in the midst of morning chores. The kids will meet us and the party starts!  Number One son is taking the bar exam next week and will finish on Wednesday, just in time to greet us next Thursday.

Steve and I shopped for Honolulu clothes for me this afternoon so now I have peasant blouses and shirts to go with crops and sandals.  It should work.  My biggest concern is medication since I'm traveling with narcotics.  There are three states without reciprocal prescriptions, Hawaii being one.  For travel there you have to see a doctor and have a new scrip written.  It's bad enough that I have to have everything in the 3-ounce or smaller bottles, but even that isn't enough.

We've begun packing. I have tiny amounts of this and that - the advantage of making this a short trip.  Our Kindles are stacked so we have have enough bedtime reading for the entire year.  We're finishing up daytime chores that have to be attended to before we can leave - shampooing the dogs, clearing out the 'fridge - getting books back to the library.  My list is longer than my height (I'm tall.)

I'll make it, I always do, but I'm an old invalid this year; it's harder!