One of the rough things about travel is having to make so many tiny decisions - we're getting ready to head off to Malaysia obscenely early Monday morning, and so I'm trying to figure out big suitcase (half empty) or little one (crammed), which skirt to take, whether to take the laptop, whether to call the cab for o'dark or o'dark thirty, how many pair of shoes I need.... and none of it really matters. Sometimes I think the big decisions are much simpler to make.
(Unfortunately, neither one of us is good at "what shall we have for dinner tonight?")
(Unfortunately, neither one of us is good at "what shall we have for dinner tonight?")