Well, things are really moving now. Kay has been in Roanoke since Sunday, and I am heading down early tomorrow morning. I am tired and still need to pack, but a few observations 72 hours out:

– The power briefly went out while I was trying on my tux today. My first thought was, “This is it. The system has failed. And now I have to survive in a post-apocalyptic Washington, D.C…in a tux.” But then the power came back on.

– Do you guys remember Crystal Pepsi?

– I was packing some cases of beer into my car this evening, and kept expecting Elliot Ness to pop out of the bushes. Being a bootlegger was probably pretty cool, but then again I have probably watched too much Boardwalk Empire.

– I hope that those of your traveling from out-of-town will consider some of the recommendations on the “Roanoke” section of this site. They exist to keep you from doing something foolish, like eating at The Roanoker.

Ok, I’m going to bed. Our cats are on to the fact that I’m leaving soon, which means that I’m unsure as to whether they are happy about it, since they can break the rules in my absence (climbing on the coffee table, climbing on Kay’s desk, using the bed as a scratching post, chewing on appliance cables and shoestrings, etc.), or if they are plotting to smother me in my sleep tonight so I can never leave them again.

One of them is staring at me right now. From behind the dehumidifier.

– Doug