Why am I awake?

I have no idea what woke me up, but here I am staring at a display screen because I could not go back to sleep. It probably didn't help that I kept mentally going over the list of things we need to remember to pack in the Guppy. It did not have the same effect as counting sheep.

At the rate I keep adding items to that list, by the time we leave for Arizona there won't be room in the RV for us. As usual, I'm trying to plan for every contingency, not to mention fantasizing that I'm going to work on a dozen different projects that I've managed to ignore here at home for the past six months. I've also a good-sized stash of unread books, and, to top it all off when it comes to my personal rich fantasy life, I'm going to drag along the "finding aid" for the museum's archives. It needs a line by line proofreading (the volunteer at the end of August only got through the first 40 pages) as well as some serious re-formatting. I wish I was as ambitious in real life as I am in my dreams.