Kids these days.

A “smooth” twenty-two-year-old dude, upon hearing my age: “What??  No!  But you look so good!”

Sorry, guy, I said TWENTY-six, not NINETY-six.

Anyways, if you have spent the last 24 hours fretting about my packing fate, fret no more.  You will be relieved and impressed to know that I have achieved a small miracle—I am packed and ready to go.  California, here I come.  Now it’s time for this old lady to go to bed.