I packed the wrong shoes.
For myself.
Sydney’s fine. She packed her own suitcase. And apparently checked the weather too. Hence the snow pants and snow boots. Meanwhile, I’m over here in my espadrille sneakers with no-show socks.
And my jeans rolled up a couple turns.
Man, my ankles are cold. I’m letting her pack for me, next time.
It’s December. In Ohio. And I swear I really did live here for nearly 40 years. I haven’t actually forgotten how to dress for the weather, I’m just in denial.