My shoes are in Richmond and other tales of living out of a suitcase

Got up this morning looking forward to one of my favorite Saturday schedules–coffee at my personal Starbuck’s followed by a good workout at my gym. I was dressed down to the shoes when it hit me.

The shoes were in Richmond.

During the General Assembly, we lead a rather itinerant life. We’re up and down I-95 all the time. Sometimes, the stuff we need doesn’t make the trip with us.

Yesterday, session ran longer than predicted. So in order to get to a 3:45 appointment in downtown DC, I hastily threw stuff in a bag and headed out.

I once asked a friend with a beach house how she managed. “Oh,” she said breezily, “when I buy anything, I just buy two.” (Leaving me even more sure that even if I could afford a second home, I couldn’t afford a second home!)

I do have a stationery bike in my house in Alexandria. So today, during the Carolina game, I’ll be riding.

In my stocking feet.