I'm in my pajamas. My hair is wet. I don't know where my summer clothes are, and I didn't get around to buying any new shoes, though I got a last minute bathing suit.
I text C, who is going with me to Colombia (or maybe I'm going with him).
"Is it hot or cold in Colombia?"
"I'm already on the train! Just throw something in a bag and come to the airport."
I sense that I am a little behind the curve here on this Thursday morning.