Chicken? Yes. Headless? Yes. Running around? Also yes.

I'm making good progress in terms of getting out of town on Thursday with everything in order, however.

I finished shopping for my stepmother's birthday today, got my car's oil changed, and cleaned out all the crap that's been collecting, silt-like, in the back seat. I've begun putting together my 'formal' wardrobe, and I've almost finished reading through the six proposals in detail. I'm totally prepped for Kaplan next week, have made arrangements for people to tend my animals/classes/hormone assays while I'm gone, and know pretty much what my schedule is going to be, so far as when I'm leaving for where. (Leaving Memphis for Fripp Island on Thursday; leaving Fripp for Charleston on Monday; leaving Charleston for Louisville on Friday; and leaving Louisville to head back to Memphis on Sunday.)

Now all I need to do is - ha, ha - actually write the powerpoint presentation I have to give the first day of the workshop.

Well, and get directions worked out for all the places I'm going. And purchase a couple of gifts for people I'll be visiting. And pack. And a half-dozen other minor details that I'm pretty sure will occupy most of my Sunday and Monday.

I'm pretty zenned out about the workshop, though. I've determined to just go, enjoy myself, and do my best. If I'm not selected, then it will be because I wasn't a good match for one of the positions, which means that I'd have been miserable for two years, too. If I go in nervous, I'll just make a poorer showing, so I won't worry about what happens. That's all there is to it.

Sounds good, huh?

Yeah. This will last until the Monday I arrive at the workshop, I'm sure.

Meanwhile, according to the religion quiz - by which we should make all our spiritual decisions, surely - ( I appear to agree with myself. )