I have to get ready.
I have to write one more piece before I go.
I need to memorize my "spotlight" thing so I don't freak out.
I need to learn how to fly in an airplane again after twenty years.
I need to figure out what to wear.
I need to do it all right now.
I need to not freak out.
I should do the laundry and go to the store and make chicken salad and clean the bathroom and shovel the driveway and give extra hugs to the boys and and make the meatloaf and I was going to by a new sport-coat and get my hair cut and...
It is a snow day.
The boys are here.
I won't get most of these things done.
I should be better prepared.