Whirr Goes the Brain

Had to leave the house an hour early to accomplish a complicated car swap with the Spouse (our windshield was being replaced, so the dealership got him a rental car, which only he could drive, so I drove to the rental place in our reclaimed car, he turned in the rental, he drove me to the BART and headed off to Marin, and I went home). Then proofread the last 100 pages of the job I needed to send off before Wiscon. Came home, walked the dog. Came back, found a notice from Fed Ex about something that required a signature, so had to drive down to South San Francisco in a friend's borrowed car (yes, for a day we had three cars and only two licensed drivers! But one was in the shop, so that almost doesn't count) to a FedEx depot so cleverly hidden you'd think they didn't want anyone to find it. Returned home, dropped the borrowed car off at the friend's house and fed her cat. Came home, finished the coconut fudge drops I'm bringing to Wiscon for the Bake Sale, ordered pizza...

...and now I really have to pack, and I can't bring myself to think what I need to wear or take with me or...hotel reservation! boarding pass! that's a start. But my brain is decidedly fuzzzzzy.