A stress puppy writes

Between cleaning litter trays, packing Mia's stuff for her stay with Liz, making sure everything Tam next door needs for Rosie, and scouring email accounts to find the travel insurance documents to print out, I'm a little stressed this morning.

I think I've packed everything, but at this stage, I'm just thinking "Sod it.  It's too late, and if I let my ocd kick in I'm fucked, as I'll never get out the house.

So, taxi's booked, and all I have to do now is make sure I take something to read and my netbook.  Don't think I'll be able to eat till I get to the pub in the airport.  Cider's made of apples, so that must count as part of my five a day.

Also waiting to have what may be my last solid shit for the next three weeks.  Bring it on.