On the outside chance that this will be a reference to help the next time I'm preparing to vacate, I'm going to list forgotten things.
Only two were a big deal. I forgot to pick up my meds, even though I had arranged to have early refills ready at the pharmacy. One of them is something that's a federal offense to mail, or I'd have had Dear Son pick them up and mail them. After some coordination and stress, I think we have a fix. DS has picked up the paper prescription from the local pharmacy and mailed it overnight. It should be here tomorrow afternoon.
There's a pharmacy only seventy-five miles away that can take my insurance. They've already pulled the other prescriptions. It should work. It won't be convenient, but it should work. Maybe we can combine it with some other shopping, so that S-2 gets something out of the drive.
That's one. Two was losing track of where I put the Barnes & Noble gift cards. DS found them this morning. They had been tucked for convenience and safekeeping into the big box of Christmas cards. It would have been a perfectly sensible place if only I had remembered that I did that. DS will be mailing them out later today.
With those two things fixed, the other little things seem minor. I forgot shampoo. The recharger for the phone is in one of the boxes that I got ready to mail before I left, but that didn't quite get mailed. DS took care of that, too. I left him cash for that.
The last noticeable thing was the thumb drive with all of the stuff that I was bringing to work on. I had carefully filled it with everything. I filled it early and I thought it over and added a few more things here and there. I thought that having my bookmarks would make life easier, and, since DS was asleep, I left it in the computer to ask him in the morning.
I did remember to ask him. And he sat at my computer and took a shot at transferring them. Then we got distracted and left it there. I had a spare thumb drive packed, and DS and S-2* did a son-to-son transfer of everything that had been gathered. But the spare was too small to hold it all, so we had to go to Target and buy a new one.
So I am set up. Things should settle down from here. I'm going to get a tour of the Mayo Clinic this weekend. I got to look at some cytology slides last night. It was cool. I got showed the difference between and HPV infection and HPV genetic insertion, which is a pre-cancerous state.
* If my youngest son is being called Dear Son, but I'm visiting his older brother, I really should use something more attractive and affirmative than S-2. I think I'll go with Beloved Son, or BS. If he reads that, he'll laugh.