23 minutes until the cab arrives.
Back-pack is full but not too full.
I'm still debating, do I really need my cozy pants? After the plane ride, will I ever wear them in the 90 degree humidity of Cuba?
Plants are watered, bed is made, windows locked, YMCA membership on hold, fridge is empty and defrosted. Loved ones notified.
And just as the solstice ripens, we're off.