…and then Uncle Joel became mildly concerned…
No sooner had my guests departed for their faraway home than I got an email from another longtime friend, reminding me of a promise the keeping of which is going to cause this hidebound old hermit significant anxiety in the coming week.
Uncle Joel’s going house-sitting. In a city. Far from here. For three weeks. Starting about a week from now.
But I can’t leave! All the yucca will die without me!
How much ammo should one pack for a three-week trip to a strange city? And I’m almost certain to forget to pack stumpsocks. Where did I hide my backpack? Lists.