Beginning the final approach to the Summit

I can't believe I actually slept last night. I don't think I've been so excited about something since I still believed in Santa Claus! But I did sleep, and quite well. Got up really early, though. And still seem to be a little disorganized, despite the extra time. But that's OK - All the critical stuff is packed and ready to go. I even have a lot of room left in my suitcase; it's only about half-full. That's quite an accomplishment, since I seem to have over-internalized the Girl Guide motto "Be Prepared" and tend to pack along the "kitchen-sink-and-stove" lines.

Mr.Q kept calling me yesterday and just saying "Sock Summit" into the phone. I'd squeal every time, which he found quite amusing. This morning, I just woke up laughing. Now I'm caffeinated and showered, with a little under an hour to go before my ride gets here (thanks, yarnpiggy, for offering! I know you're only doing it for yarn, but since it saves me the joy of public transit, I'll happily take the bait!) I'm not quite sure what to do with myself now!

(Oh, wait. I guess I could, umm, I dunno...knit?)

Leaving you with a (bad, hastily-taken) pic of my new socks, to be worn at the Sock Hop.



Bye! Miss me! Not sure if I'll be able to blog from Portland...if not, look for a big post next week!

(And - thanks, Mr.Q, for not letting me talk myself out of doing this...sometimes that over-developed sense of responsibility I have really gets in the way of actually doing things. Yer awesome!)