I'm on vacation, packing to go home, and stressing out. I'm gathering my things from all over the bay, some shoes I left by the shore by the beach, but didn't bury. I'm trying to arrange too many things into a box, in a rush.

Somebody asks me how I liked my vacation, I think dad and mom, and I say that next time I would try to avoid planning so much, because I've been booked wall-to-wall for the last two days of my vacation. But even then, I can't see how I would do that.