I don't know why, but Gary and I both get wild hairs right before we leave on a trip. After these hairs turn wild they head straight up our asses, and they make us both insistent that random tasks be done before we leave.
That's why I got Gary out on the lawn and we power-washed the house until after dark Tuesday night. That was my wild hair. It made sense at the time. If we are fleeing the nest, the nest must be in order.
And tonight? Searching for raincoats. I checked the weather report for Buffalo and it said there might be rain. I don't know how Gary can survive St. Louis rain without a rain slicker, but Buffalo rain requires special clothing. Three hours later: no rain gear, no time to pack, no energy left.