Skeeter is going out of town tomorrow. He got a call tonight at about 9:30. There is a sinkhole causing troubles about 4 hours south of us, and he's going tomorrow to meet with the consulting engineer.
He has to be there at 8 am.
Did you do the math on that? Be there at 8 am. Four hours away. That poor man. I have the timer ready on the coffee pot. It will start brewing at o'dark thirty, and he'll head out.
Thankfully, packing is one of my skills. I have had loads of practice, courtesy of one of Skeeter's previous jobs. We stopped the television show we had been watching (Numb3rs -- love that show) and started in. He was packed up and ready to go in about 15 minutes, including snacks for the ride, and we sat down again to finish watching.
There are loads of things that I can't do. Or that I can do, but not particularly well. But packing? I've got skillz.