Cleaning... packing... an hour until the $25 airport taxi shows up.
There's no way they'll let me get all this luggage onto the plane without making me pay extra. I have software books for Muneer, comic books for Kareem, a Wacom tablet for the production department, heaps of paperwork for myself.
And the JC post office decided to make my life miserable. For reasons unknown, they decided to start issuing address corrections and forwarding orders to a box that I used in 2005 when I was in Africa. Except that I didn't use it, because the JC post office couldn't see fit to follow my forwarding order. I paid for it, the box sat empty, Roberta and Yancey both checked it occasionally to find nothing, and my mail all went to my tenants, who threw it in a bag.
And I discovered this morning that my mailing address had inexplicably changed on all my credit cards, my AAA membership, and anything remotely official.
So I've spent all day on the phone, while also trying to pack and clean.
50 minutes to the taxi. I think I'll be okay. I'll spend it rearranging the luggage so that the bags are not obviously overweight.