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Today’s the Day!

We are off for a month (a month!) in the UK! Most of you know this Koog needs heavy sedation to fly. For some reason, I'm calm about this flight. The calmness is creating anxiety because I am not used to being this zen when facing an airport. Anyway, I've held off "Benzo-loading" and I'm stone cold sober as we wait for our ride to the airport.

Now, Mrs. Koog has gently and not so gently reminded me to pack light as we have laundry facilities in each house we are renting. She even went so far as to find Rick Steves packing shows on YouTube. Rick and I have very different points of view about many things like fashion, hair cuts and of course, packing. He believes packing the absolute minimum (and the ugliest possible) clothes and shoes.

This is not the mindset of Koog. My default is prepare and pack for every contingency and every contingency of those contingencies. Alas, the airlines dictate one can only be prepared 2 checked bags worth of contingency supplies! Mrs. Koog, the ever patient/ever sufferring saint that she is, helped me scale down the duffel-sized first aid kit I normally travel with 5 band-aids and sunscreen. I am down to 1 pair of dressy-ish shoes and 1 pair of hiking boots. Of course, I am wearing my waterproof (but super cool) On Cloudflyer waterproof shoes.

After weighing my bag (80 lbs) I downsized. I got a small carry-on sized bag for the camera equipment (more on this later) and took out my 2 suits, 4 pairs of shoes (all variations of the wing-tip), 3 pull-over fleeces, 5 soccer jerseys and 5 shorts to leave at home.


So, right now my big bag is 38 lbs and smaller suitcase is 12 lbs.

Mrs. Koog said whatever I think I need I can buy when we get there... (will be using the 7 hr flight to think of my needs)

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