Packed

My bags are packed. Race gear -- ready for rain, cold, sunshine -- in the carry-on. New iPod currently charging but so far devoid of any songs. Everything else, including gels, cereal, and extra safety pins, in the suitcase I'm sharing with CMan. Who has yet to pack. But he's got all morning. I, on the other hand, still have to put in a half day of labor because BossLady sucks. At this point, it's going to be sleepy labor.