Today was packing day. Typically I pull up my travel list on the computer, delete all the obvious things I won't need, and print out a copy. During my first pass through the list, I'm looking for things I need to go to the store for. Today that generated a short list of items which I promptly went out and got. In the next round of getting ready, I go through the list and lay everything out on the bed. The final round finds me going carefully down the list and putting each item in the luggage. The last few times I've traveled, I've kept my junk to a minimum so I have only two carry-on bags - one for the overhead and one beneath the seat in front of me. In the afternoon when Joyce got home from her workshop, I was essentially ready to go. We went out to eat at Luna Maya, a Bolivian restaruant in Norfolk. My daughter and family had given us a gift certificate for this restaurant some time ago. It was a great night out. When we got home, I settled in to watch the Cards play the Mets. Wainwright was pitching and I felt confident we'd win. How wrong I was. Oh well! It's just one game. Right? I wish I felt that way. Tomorrow I fly to Denver and drive to South Dakota to look for the Orange-billed Nightingale-Thrush on Thursday morning. Help me by wishing it to still be there.