Mother’s Day Buffet at The Asylum today. Buffets always end with me behaving like a 3 toed sloth on Xanax. I spent the afternoon in a food-induced coma. And it is only 45 minutes until it is time to eat again.
Back in the day, The Pack Test was a Park and Forest Service thing that as I recall involved walking (not running or jogging) 3 miles in 45 minutes with a 45-pound pack. That was then.
Nowadays, my pack test is more of a pack question. What is going to happen to these clothes when they are soaking wet. So, off to the shower went all of the clothes that I am considering taking that have never been washed in the sink and dried in the bathroom. Because I will get drenched – right down to my granny panties. And, since the weather in Singapore and Dubai is a whole lot like Samoa was – if I am not drenched in rain, I will be drenched in sweat. Also, after Honolulu – not sure when or if a washer/dryer will appear.
So, last evening – I did The Pack Test. All of the questionable items were dry by morning.
Have I complained about PT lately? I am sore in places that I didn’t know I still had.