Right now I’m supposed to be packing for my trip. So far I’ve given myself a pedicure, scrubbed the toilet, started a book proposal, and made three separate to-do lists. I’m eyeing the baseboards while I write this. Trying to pack appropriate clothing for three different climates is a little harder than I anticipated. “Layering” does not begin to cover this. I wish I was Mary J. Blige so I could just wear my bathing suit and a rabbit fur vest the entire time, but I’d hate to upstage the bride on her wedding day.