My husband leaves for 10 days in Egypt today. Bleah. I'm leaving for London on Thursday, so I'm thinking about what can fit into a carry-on, what the weather will be like, what I'll do there, and how I'll survive leaving my cats. That last one is always hard, but I bet it will be harder when I'm alone.
Meanwhile, Harris keeps showing me how neatly he can pack himself into a little box. And I can't take him along, so WHY DID I DECIDE TO DO THIS?
I love Harris's incredulous expression here:
He looks like Possum has just suggested (wrongly) that Harris is not the very center of the universe.